Breakfast Across Screens
- Leo Moody
- Jan 10
- 1 min read
Updated: Jan 11

Chilaquiles. Her favorite breakfast dish—crispy tortilla chips smothered in salsa, topped with a fried egg, and usually, a sprinkle of cheese. Only today, the cheese was missing, and instead of her abuela’s recipe, she followed her own instinct—a bit spicier, a bit more her.
I was at my laptop, half-working, half-watching, when she started narrating the process like she was hosting her own cooking show. “No cheese today,” she said with a shrug, “but who needs rules when you have instinct?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “So, we’re just winging it, huh?”
“Always,” she replied, stirring the salsa with the kind of confidence that made me believe she could turn even a kitchen mishap into a masterpiece.
It’s funny, though. She trusts her instincts in the kitchen, while I’m the type who’d rather follow a TikTok recipe step by step. “When we cook together,” I told her, “we’re sticking to the script. No improvisation.”
She rolled her eyes, smirking. “We’ll see about that.”
As I watched her plate the chilaquiles—messy but somehow perfect—I realized it wasn’t just about the food. It was about her way of turning even an ordinary morning into something worth remembering.
Her dish might not win awards, but it had a charm that no recipe could replicate. And maybe that’s the point. Cooking, like life, doesn’t always need instructions. Sometimes, you just follow your instinct and hope for the best.
PS: When the time comes, we’ll test my TikTok discipline against her instinct. I’m betting on a delicious disaster.
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