I have a perfect bowl. My cousin Elizabeth made it for me many years ago. It’s exactly the right size for a single-girl meal, and tonight, after a very blinky day brought on by one of those nuits blanches a full moon sometimes brings, I made some dinner in the Perfect Bowl. It was very monkey-brain in my house last night — I have a totally different job at my Real Job, and I don’t really know how to do it yet. So, it was one of those nights where one thinks about everything including many things one has no business thinking about at three in the morning. So, tonight, it was saffron rice in the perfect bowl, with warmed-over lamb and artichoke tagine I made a few weeks ago from the lovely folks at Thirteen Mile Ranch. It was the kind of dinner that makes up for a long day of remote meetings after a long night of tossing and turning.