Breakfast Nachos (A Mistake Worth Repeating)

It started as a good idea — or at least a harmless one. I had bagels. I had cheese. I had time to make something “different.” That’s how every questionable meal begins: optimism, followed by improvisation, followed by silence.

I sliced the bagels into chips, toasted them a little too long, and layered on cheese, jalapeños, and what I insisted was “breakfast salsa.” The smell was incredible. The taste was confusing. It wasn’t breakfast. It wasn’t nachos. It lived somewhere in that gray area between ambition and regret.

Still, I kept eating. Not because it was good, but because it existed — and once you’ve melted cheese on something, it’s hard to walk away. By the time I finished, I wasn’t sure if I’d invented something new or ruined two perfectly good foods. Probably both.

But it was warm, salty, and real — which puts it ahead of most of my mornings.