September is here, with its Septembery ways — lively though hectic, buoyant with promise but bogged down with to-dos, warm in the sun with just the right amount of snap at night. Everything seems new, even if you’re only returning to routines abandoned sometime back in June. I have to confess that I really like this time of year, even though I’m one of those summer lovers who doesn’t care if it’s hot as long as I get a swim and an ear of sweet corn on the side.
Five Weeknight Dishes: This crispy chicken is pure poetry

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