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chestnuts roasting over an open fire

My cousin Finn was raving about the new dish at Claude’s Diner. There is no appetizer better, truly nothing finer. They call it Chestnuts roasting over an Open Fire. I had to run out and try it, I had such a desire! Are you sure? Asked the waitress, my Auntie Maude. Oh, yes, I said, staring past her at the cook Mr. Claude. Claude began cooking and Maude left, her grin bright. Guess what it is? She asked as I gave the dish another big bite. Chestnuts? I guessed, but it truly tasted much more like meat. You are not even close, she told me. Do you think they are sweet? The best of the best. What is the secret? What special stuff does he put in? Mountain oysters, or deep fried bull testicles, said my amused cousin, Finn.

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