There’s barbecue! I am obsessed with my new Weber. I think it’s the gas starter that lights the charcoal without the hassle of newspapers or lighter fluid or charcoal chimneys that makes this such an easy thing for me. I’ve barbecued every day since I finished assembling it last week—nine days straight. Some were lunches and some were dinners; some were for me alone and some were for me and guests. I’ve barbecued steaks, chicken, pork chops, salmon, hamburgers. I’ve grilled asparagus and French bread, smearing the toasty bread with a raw garlic clove and slathering on butter. And as I’ve said, oh, how I’ve missed that smoky flavor.