Here in New York, we’ve been willing the universe to make fall last as long as possible because, as Andy says every single morning in ominous, Game-of-Thrones-like tones, winter is coming. In normal years, I don’t usually care that much. Cold weather is the season of cozy food — braised meats, red wine, warm-your-bones stews, and friends and family around to share it all with us. This year, though, that scenario is looking increasingly unlikely, so we have taken to inviting people to eat dinner with us spread out around our little Home Depot fire pit, extra sweaters piled on the patio chairs that always end up getting used.