There is a particular smell that I associate with summer in the Mediterranean, and it involves a grill. Not a gas grill. A proper charcoal grill, somewhere outside, with the kind of heat underneath it that takes time to build. And on that grill, at some point, zucchini. Sliced open lengthways, brushed with olive oil, seasoned with salt and dried oregano, placed directly on the bars and left to char at the edges while the inside softens and sweetens in a way that nothing else