Last week, I found myself at 4 p.m. with no plans for dinner and a pop-in dinner guest. The guest was my oldest daughter’s boyfriend and not a complicated person to feed, but still, I had no dinner ideas. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Coincidentally, this same evening, my mother found herself with an abundance of produce, due to an online grocery order mishap. She knocked on my door with a head of broccoli and a package of zucchini. I had been to the farmers market earlier in the week, and had purchased some lovely new potatoes that also needed to be used. Now my brain started to kick in and I…