I always find that any meal, no matter how normal, is made more European and therefore more enjoyable and lovely when served in a cute bowl with some fancy additions along the way.
So, when my growling stomach woke me up this morning with a vengeance, I knew that my normal “starve like a martyr until I get to work” plan was not in the cards. Remembering the last few fresh farmers market strawberries shivering pathetically in the fridge, I decided that rather than gnawing on them over the sink, I should make this seemingly mundane snacking opportunity into a moment of bliss.
Intrigued by their ruby-redness and come-hither glances, I unceremoniously chopped off their tops, sprinkled them with fresh mint and drizzled them with agave nectar.
Breakfast is served.