Semi-soft boiled eggs on sourdough toast. This was a delicious breakfast. It was simple. It had textures and aromas. It was seasoned well. I'd eat it again, any day. And reflecting on it leaves a void. Not in its simplicity. But in its lack of moxie. That missing element which takes a dish to another level. Does every dish need this element? Absolutely. Our job is to find it. And when we realize we've missed an opportunity, it is automatic for me to pull out my rapidly graying hair, and then dive back into the fray.