ON SUMMER EVENINGS at the cottage, we eat dinner early. We wash and put away the dishes by 6:30 p.m., at the latest. This cuts into our cheese-eating and wine-sipping time at happy hour, but that’s a small price to pay for what comes later.
Once the last crumbs are off the counter, we walk to the car with purpose, like the home team headed to bat. My husband drives, and
