‘August may mark the end of summer,’ says Tom Parker Bowles, ‘but it’s a time to revel in the moment.’ Especially when it comes to enjoying the best foods of the height of summer.
August. ‘The odd uneven time,’ in the words of Sylvia Plath, ‘the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born.’ Yet I love this month, louche and languid, a time when roads are clear, cities lie still and work can wait another day. Delicious dog days, in every way, even…
