Honestly I had this massive chunk of dry challah bread just sitting in my kitchen yesterday mocking me. Hate wasting food but turning brick-hard bread into dinner? Yeah right.
The Panic Moment
Opened my fridge around 5 PM starving. Saw sad challah. Almost chucked it straight into trash. Then remembered those cooking videos shouting “don’t throw stale bread!” Felt guilty. Said fine, let’s try.
Desperate Scramble
Took that dry loaf, ripped it into rough chunks with my hands. Grabbed random stuff I had:
- Couple eggs – probably expired tomorrow but whatever
- Half onion – kinda soft but smelled okay
- Old cheddar – had fuzzy bits I just scraped off
- Bacon ends – freezer burnt but still bacon right?
Assembly Line Chaos
Beat two eggs in a bowl with some milk that might’ve been lumpy? Dunno, whisked hard. Threw bread chunks in there. Mushy bread soup. Gross. Chopped onion while bread soaked, almost cut my finger rushing. Fried bacon bits first – kitchen smoked up bad. Threw onions in same pan, grease splattered everywhere. Burned my wrist. Cursed.
Squeezed egg goo out of bread chunks, felt weird between fingers. Shoved bread, bacon mess, onions and shredded cheese into a greased dish. Poured leftover egg mix on top. Looked terrible, like garbage casserole.
Hot Oven Hope
Shoved dish into oven at 200°C praying. Set phone timer 25 mins cause 30 felt too long. Played candy crush. Smelled burning cheese at 20 mins. Ran back. Top was charred. Swore. Pulled it out anyway.
Waited like 2 minutes before stabbing spoon into it. Took bite. Holy crap. Burned my tongue but the crispy-chewy-savory thing? Total win. Salvaged the not-black pieces. Even my kid ate it without complaining. Called it “ugly bread pie”. Dinner saved by pure accident.
Pro tip: set timer for 18 mins. Stuff got dark fast.
