On a whim, my brother decided that he was going to be home from college for a few days this weekend. Whenever he’s home, I immediately go into full Italian grandmother mode and make oodles and oodles of food, mostly in the hopes that it will entice him to choose LA over Denver when the time comes to graduate. He asked if I wanted to cook dinner on Friday and offered himself and a few of his friends as my potential kitchen scullions. …