… Martha Stewart in the morning. There must be a lot of pressure to look impeccable and eat well presented breakfasts. There are no bowls of boxed cereal or halves of grapefruits. Instead, I imagine crocks of steaming homemade porridge and carefully segmented citrus wedges composed in an even more carefully selected decorative bowl.
Sometimes we forget how hard others have it. This morning I decided to plate my breakfast in honor of Martha’s struggles.
I wasn’t initially anticipating the bagel chip, but I think it tied the presentation together and gave the dish a much needed crunch. Otherwise, its just a half an avocado filled with last night’s pico de gallo (tomato, red onion, cilantro, and a splash of lime) and 2 soft scrambled eggs.