Although, here in Richmond, Virginia, the days have been luxuriously warm for the last several days, the nights are getting colder. Each evening around 5 pm the sky darkens ever so slightly and a subtle chill begins to waft through the open kitchen window. Yes, the leaves are turning color and falling but we're not yet in the thick of fall, really, just far enough into the beginning of the season to remember how it plays out each year. Each day brings us a little closer to the inevitable desolation of winter, but for right now, at least, summer lingers a bit longer, drawing out its farewell and teasing us at noontime until we remember, each night, what a fickle climate we've chosen to live in, here in Virginia.
Roasting is suddenly on my mind at this time of year, and it's almost with relief that I exchange tomatoes and corn with grilled fish, for potatoes and leeks with roasted chicken. It's thrilling just to turn on the oven again without wincing from the heat.