Editor’s Letter
AS MUCH AS I LOVE visiting farmers’ markets throughout the high summer months, September is a bit of a relief. I find myself missing the peaches and corn, but I welcome the squashes and apples with open arms. September helps me to look forward to the cooler months and encourages me to cook with abandon (without the fear of overheating my house). When we lived in New Orleans, my wife and I delighted in the area’s bounty of local seafood joints and helped ourselves to untold numbers of cold oysters on the half shell at fancy restaurants and seaside shacks alike. Georgia Clarke’s trip through the Mississippi Gulf Coast (page 39) reminds me of how special that region is and how I can hardly wait to spend more time there, lolling…