Which means I'm not doing much cooking.
Heirloom tomatoes with balsamic vinegar, basil, and Doe's Leap feta.
Mostly I'm eating creemees (to make up for all the creemees I didn't eat in June and July, when it rained every single day and the temperature rarely got above 70 degrees) and farmers booty in simple forms.
So I've got nothing much to offer you in the form of recipes or tales of eating. I suggest you console yourself with a creemee.
I know I'm going to.