The microgreens.
The perfect zigzag of balsamic.
Nice? Sure.
Necessary? Rarely.
Nobody comes back for the garnish.
They come back for how the stew made them feel.
For the seconds they didn’t expect to want.
For the way the meal said, you matter, without saying anything at all.
Garnish is easy.
It’s safe.
It’s decoration after the work is done.
But the work, the real work, is in the chopping, the tasting, the trying again.
Don’t obsess over the final touch.
Focus on the first step.
The fire. The flavor. The intention.
Make something worth remembering.
Not because it was pretty.
But because it was real.
Nobody remembers the garnish.
And that’s okay.