It’s around this sort of time I start to worry that summer is fading and I haven’t made the most of it - both in and out of the kitchen. I haven’t eaten my body weight in juicy stone fruit. I haven’t squished my toes in sand enough. I haven’t made tomatoes on toast enough. I haven’t lounged on a sunny rock, without any sort of distraction, like a lizard. I haven’t used the bounty of summer produce to its fullest potential.