You whisk together eggs, milk, and a generous handful of shredded cheese, and it feels almost too easy to matter. But as the mixture pours into the greased dish and slides into the oven, the morning begins to soften around the edges. It rises slowly, turning from liquid to something almost luxurious—pillowy, bronzed at the corners, and quietly impressive for something born from a fridge raid.

When you slice into it, the pieces hold together like a promise: warm, tender, endlessly adaptable. You top one square with avocado, another with salsa, another with whatever you have left from last night’s dinner. Tomorrow, and the next day, it will be waiting in the fridge, ready in seconds. In a world that keeps asking for more, this tiny, repeatable act of care is how you start giving some back to yoursel