If you ever go to breakfast at Le Pain Quotidien, this is what you will be presented with. You will then die of happiness when you taste all the spreads and have to resist the urge to eat the entire pot of chocolate-ganache-like spread. You will maintain composure, but then have a small crisis when you can't open your soft-boiled egg (not pictured). It's still a good morning, though. (pyramid-like arrangement by Rachelle, petit-dejeuner companion extraordinaire)