Breakfast Casserole

ngredients:

Ingredient Quantity
Ground Sausage 1 lb
Mustard Powder 1 tsp
Kosher Salt ½ tsp
Large Eggs, beaten 4
Whole Milk 2 C
White Bread, toasted and cubed 6 slices
Mild Cheddar Cheese, shredded 1 C
Instructions:

Crumble Sausage: In a medium skillet, crumble the sausage and cook over medium heat until evenly brown. Drain the excess fat.
Mix Ingredients: In a medium bowl, combine mustard powder, kosher salt, beaten eggs, and milk. Add the cooked sausage, bread cubes, and shredded cheese. Stir to coat evenly

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