Sometimes all a girl wants is a nice, simple, dinner-in-a-bowl. I have a lovely bowl my cousin Elizabeth made for me many years ago, during her pottery stage, and it’s the perfect single-chick-dinner-alone bowl. Tonight, I couldn’t figure out what I wanted. There was a leftover chicken breast in the fridge, there were plenty of lamb chops and salmon steaks in the freezer, but none of that was what I wanted. The weather has been odd here lately — mostly unseasonably warm, but after a very windy day, the skies got gloomy and the temperature dropped some, and suddenly, that…