It’s been a year since I left corporate life, and there’s not much that I miss about it. But I do miss my boss, Dana. He was the best boss ever, not just because he was good at his job and helped me be good at mine, but because he ended up being my friend, too, and that doesn’t happen very often. Early on we bonded over food and he would e-mail me pictures of what he cooked up that weekend and I would bring in samples of recipes I was testing. But one food conversation in particular will always stick with me, and it involves Bobby Flay. This southwestern potato salad also involves Bobby Flay, which explains why I am telling you this story. Otherwise it would just be a weird and random story….