The other weekend, I somehow managed to make one of the best dinners
I've made in awhile. If I sound a little bewildered it's because I
didn't really do much at all. That's the brilliant thing about
late-summer cooking. All this wonderful stuff is right there for the
taking, all you have to do is bring it home (and uh, $hell out for it at
the farmer's market), dress it up a little bit and let the compliments
roll in. Seriously, the less you do, the better.