We were all just minding our business, enjoying a peaceful scroll through Instagram, when—out of nowhere—Meghan Markle struck again.
This time, she brought us a strawberry "masterpiece," reposted on her ever-authentic brand page. And yes, we’re using the word “masterpiece” the same way one might describe a preschooler's glitter-and-glue mess as avant-garde. In what can only be interpreted as a fruit-based cry for help, Meghan shared a photo of strawberries that looked like they had survived a storm under a tree and been dusted with what initially appeared to be dried worms.
But no, it’s not worms—it’s edible flowers. Because nothing screams refined elegance quite like turning fresh, vibrant fruit into what resembles a compost pile. We love strawberries. They’re juicy, sweet, and essentially the flavor of summer. But apparently, simple perfection isn’t quite enough for Meghan unless it’s adorned with obscure toppings that look like props from a woodland witch’s pantry. Dried flower petals on strawberries? Really? Why not go the full forest fantasy and throw in a bit of moss while you’re at it?
One commenter summed it up perfectly—it looks like maggots crawling across the plate. And once you’ve seen that image, it’s impossible to unsee. This isn’t cutting-edge culinary creativity; it’s more like something you’d find abandoned at the bottom of a picnic basket after a long weekend. To make it worse, the dish wasn’t even her own creation. She reposted someone else’s sad berry plate and made it seem like it was part of her lifestyle aesthetic. Honestly, the only thing it aligns with is a compost bin.
It has all the hallmarks of something Sonia Morgan might have pulled from her toaster oven—except she’d probably monetize it better. Meghan keeps insisting she’s got a lifestyle brand in her, but if this sad, hay-covered fruit platter is the hill she’s staking her claim on, then farewell and good luck. The caption, “Made with love,” was the final insult. It looked like it was made with zero flavor and a heavy dose of disappointment.
At this point, you have to wonder—are her friends actual humans, or just a rotating cast of a PR rep, a gardener, and someone who still owns a DSLR? The whole thing is just so... dry. Dry strawberries, dry flower toppings, dry attempt at presentation. Even a bit of mint or a light glaze would’ve helped. But no, she opted for a garnish strategy that screams more “floral mulch” than “gourmet elegance.” This isn’t culinary innovation—it’s desperation served on a ceramic plate.
What we’re witnessing is the food equivalent of someone bringing a failed Pinterest recipe to a potluck, then hovering around expecting compliments like they’ve just earned a Michelin star. Meghan, we see you. But that doesn’t mean we want to eat this dreary botanical fruit disaster. If this is your version of “home sweet home,” then hand us a plastic spoon and a gas station fruit cup—we’d rather take our chances.
