My favorite recipes usually start out as not-recipes. They emerge from solitary nights of unplanned eating, when no one else is around. Usually, when I'm cooking, it's for a crowd, or at least it's dinner for me and Dan. Once in a while, though, Dan's got plans after work and I'm too ashamed to admit to my friends that I'm convinced Robert Durst is hiding in my shower (as if a Durst would ever take the 7 train), so I don't invite anybody over to keep me company. And I end up eating a loaf of bread by myself.