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Burnished Pleasure: A Cultured Confection from the Wild

72 Seasons of Eating

Spiny, armored, almost feral. These little land urchins split open to reveal the sensual heart within: a glossy nut with a caressible curve, rich as lacquer, hued like burnished mahogany and warm earth.

A storybook moon hangs low in the sky tethered by an invisible thread to Venus. Just a sliver, but sharp, bright, undeniable. Mist crawls in overnight and morning grasses glisten in the slanting rays of the rising sun. The last of the summer insects still murmur, but from deeper hollows, beneath bark, under leaves, further under foliage.

Strong winds punctuate an otherwise peaceful stretch of early Autumn. And with them chestnuts fall like offerings. I gather them by the basketful. Spiny, armored, almost feral. These little land urchins split open to reveal the sensual heart within: a glossy nut with a caressible curve, rich as lacquer, hued like burnished mahogany and warm earth. There is something deeply enticing in the unveiling, nature’s own slow striptease to reveal the tenderness within.

There are many ways to enjoy chestnuts — candied, fried, simmered into syrups and jams. But none compare to kuri no shibukawani, Japan’s answer to marron glacé, but with a deeper story to tell. It is pure seduction.

Shibukawani means keeping the chestnut whole and sheathed in its astringent inner skin. In Japanese, that bitterness is called shibui — sharp, earthy, unforgettable. Through a slow, deliberate process called aku-nuki, the harshness is coaxed into something elegant. Something complex. Something that calls in a primal awakening even as it entertains the tongue.

Western palates often flee from bitterness. Here, it is courted. Honored. Shibukawani is proof: pleasure is deeper when edged with contrast. 

Making it is an act of devotion. First the peeling, the repeated rounds of simmering and cooling. Sugar is added in stages. Sweetness is allowed to penetrate, mature, and settle deep into the flesh. 

Time is the alchemy, and patience builds the flavor. The result? A confection of astonishing depth, with a complexity rarely found in desserts. The smooth, sweet, nuttiness of the chestnut meets the subtle edge of shibui, an astringent kiss, earthy, wild, and hauntingly refined. All this drenched in a dark, silken mahogany syrup that glows like autumn itself.

I get wildly excited about single ingredients, and my table is often adorned with simple, honest foods that let them shine in near-original form. Chestnuts, in particular, feel seductive. The spiny armor. The lush interior. The glossy curve of the nut, the deep, sensual color — they speak in the language of intimacy. Of slow undressing. Of patient pleasure that requires tending. Chestnuts are not made for fast hunger. They ask you to savor.

Served with a slip of cognac, shibukawani is how you end a night that meant something. And when the chestnuts are gone, the syrup remains — potent, waiting. Drizzle it over ice cream. Stir it into cocktails. Let it remind you to savor the moment.

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