Granted, the meat might take the form of hot dogs or steaks or kabobs, but the true scent of summer, the very definition of the season, is the grilled burger. Its aroma infuses the air with a primal scent that somehow isn’t cavemanlike (slow-smoked barbecue) or dainty (hot dogs). It is, instead, pronounced and yet laid-back. Like summer.

Man, I wish this cheeseburger never had to end.