There’s a quiet magic to the first bite of perfect avocado toast. It’s not just breakfast; it’s a small, creamy rebellion against a rushed morning. I remember the first time I truly *made* it—not just smashing an avocado on bread, but building it. It was a Sunday. The farmer’s market had gifted me a perfectly ripe Hass avocado, a beautiful sourdough loaf, and a bag of multicolored cherry tomatoes. I toasted the bread until it was golden and ridged, smashed the avocado with a pinch of flaky salt,