Sergio got up on Sunday and made me tostadas. That wonderfulness that you see above is a freshly fried corn tortilla topped with refried (mashed?) black beans, a fried egg, and homemade pico de gallo. It is a delicious salty crispy masterpiece and has ruined me for any other breakfast item since I had it about a year ago. He and his mom both make this and they differ slightly and they are both the most best breakfast food on the planet. Yes, I realize things can't be most best grammatically or realistically as only one thing can actually be best, but they are. The Most. Best.
Sergio wanted me to point out that this is not the first time he has made me great breakfasts and he also wanted me to point out that I have never once in our relationship returned this favor. So I admit that I have never made Sergio a fancy breakfast. Why would I when I know he will cook these things if I just stay out of the kitchen? Logic.