Fragrant Quote for November 30th, 2012-Hot Potatoe and Chestnuts from Leaves from a life ... By Mrs. Jane Ellen Frith Panton

Hot chestnuts seller in Paris in 1908.


The greatest pleasures we had were the long walks we sometimes persuaded Papa to take us: these always happened after dark, as he never left his painting-room as long as he could see to paint, and to all the delightful things he used to tell us we added the romantic glamour of the dusky, badly lighted streets, the yellow gas-lamps peering through the low-lying, foggy air, and in winter the certainty that we should be allowed to buy ready-roasted chestnuts to put in our pockets, first to warm our hands, and afterwards to eat in the schoolroom; or the chance of meeting the hot potato man, with his red-eyed portable oven and his fragrant store of potatoes. He never ceased to be surprised at our refusal of his butter and pepper additions, but despite that we preferred to keep the skins intact and to put in the necessary butter with what we knew was a clean knife at home. Does any celebrated artist buy hot potatoes and chestnuts in the street now for his children? I wonder; but I rather expect the children would object even if he did not, and would insist on being taken to one of the up-to-date Bond Street teashops instead.
Leaves from a life ...
 By Mrs. Jane Ellen Frith Panton