Good morning!
The headache still rages on. In fact, it woke me up this morning it was so bad. Not a fun way to wake up.
I decided I needed some comfort food this morning…
Since eating leftover high protein garlic mashed potatoes for breakfast might be a bit strange, I decided to turn my leftovers into something magical with the help of leftover Veggie Chickpea Curry.
Ok wait, eating chickpea curry in the morning is also strange. Scratch that. I’m weird.
The other day a reader commented that I should make potato cakes out of the leftovers. What a genius idea! I don’t think I have ever made potato cakes before, but I sure do love the thought of them.
I mixed my leftover mashed potatoes with the leftover curry and formed small patties.
I had a feeling this was going to be awesome.
First I tried pan-frying them.
I do not suggest this…they fell apart and stuck to the pan. I shed a tear but persisted onward.
Onto a baking sheet and into the oven they went! Luckily I saved them. ;)
Baked for about 40 minutes.
Ohhhh yea.
Everything But The Kitchen Sink High Protein Potato Cakes
Ingredients (just estimates):
- ~2 cups high protein garlic mashed potatoes
- ~1 cup Veggie Chickpea Curry (or any veggie leftovers really!)
Directions: Preheat oven to 400F and grease a baking sheet or line with parchment. Mix together and shape into small patties. Bake for about 20 minutes on each side until golden and crispy.
These. were. amazing. I couldn’t really detect the curry at all. It just tasted like awesome crispy garlic mashed potatoes and veggies. :) The chunks of chickpeas were also wonderful to bite into.
As I ate I read some 9/11 articles in the Globe and Mail. Nine years have passed. I have so much respect for the rescue workers and everyday people who risked their lives to help others in need. My brother Chris is a firefighter so it always feels a bit close to home reading about other’s stories.
I still remember everything about the moment when I heard about the attacks. In psychology, we call this a Flashbulb Memory. With a Flashbulb Memory, an emotionally arousing event or piece of news elicits a highly detailed, vivid snapshot of the moment. Everything about the event is illuminated and imprinted into our memory forever. Just picture one of those old flashbulb cameras going off.
I was sitting in my tiny dorm room at the University of Guelph (Lennox-Addington building!), just having started my 1st year of university only days earlier. I was at my large wooden desk sitting in my uncomfortable wooden chair, looking up some of my courses and schedules. Suddenly, my roommate ran in to tell me that there was some kind of attack that happened. We turned the TV on and watched in horror.
I will never forget that moment.
Please take a moment today to remember those that were lost and their families.
Do you have a Flashbulb Memory for 9/11? Do you know where you were when you found out?
I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when the space shuttle exploded and on 9/11. Those moments are still crystal clear in my mind.
I don’t think anyone will ever forget. I was cleaning a house at the time and the owner made me stop cleaning and sit with her to watch the horrifying news. God bless all involved.
I was working at the YWCA, a summer internship, sitting at the front desk in the corner when I heard about it on the radio. CRAZY that it was 9 years ago.
i was in the 5th grade when it happened, and i remember every class stopping, people coming in from recess, and parents picking up their children pretty early. i didn’t understand what was going on, but when i saw my teacher crying i knew it was horrible.
I remember finding out in history class…the exact room and where I was sitting, too. We ditched our regular lesson that day and spent the period watching the news.
I was a junior in college and I was getting ready for the day. I came out of my room and my roommates were glued to the tv. I can remember everything about that house; that room, who was there…like a pp said, crystal clear! My friend worked in the Pentagon and was late for work that day when the plane slammed into the building…where his OFFICE WAS! Thank god for being late. Such a sad day in our Nation’s history.
i, too, remember exactly where i was: i was working at home and a friend called and said turn on your tv, something major has happened in nyc. i think the tv remained on for the rest of the day – i was horror-shcoked. and i remember where i was when i found out princess di had been killed – out for a 20 mile run with friends, and one of them filled us in.
do hope your head improves soon, angela!
Since I was only 9 years old and living in Quebec, I didn’t even know what the world trade center was! But I do remember that I was in elementary school and that, after lunch, those who ate at home knew about it. The teacher explained what happenend to us…must have been hard for him, explaining something so horrible to 30 children.
I definitely have a flashbulb memory. I was sitting in English class my senior year of high school and they made an announcement. I had lunch next so I went to a friend’s house near my school- our eyes were glued to the TV.
BRILL breakfast!
I was 11 yrs old, and my dad picked me up from the bus stop (weird in itself as he doesn’t live with me and I don’t talk to him anymore). He told me what happened and I didn’t understand at all…it took a while to.
My mom always used to do something similar with mashed potatoes.
I was in my first year of college and had just got out of the shower getting ready to go to class. I had on the news and literally saw the 2nd plane crash in real time. So scary.
I love that there’s a name for those kind of memories- I remember writing an essay in college comparing remembering 9-11 to the Kennedy assassination- the flashbulb moment for the previous generation.
I lived right outside DC at the time- I was in Stats class when they put our school on lockdown. The eventually let us see the news, and it was horrible. I got called out of class to help be a student runner to let other students know if there parents were safe or not- I’m not sure that was a high schooler’s job. I remember my mom not wanting to let me go to work and I did anyways- I don’t think I completely understood the situation until later.
I live in NY and work about 15 mils outside of NYC. I was on my way to work, and for once I wasn’t listening to the radio, I had a CD on in the car instead. I found out when I got into work and a co-worker, whose husband worked in one of the towers, came in screaming and crying because she had just heard on the radio and couldnt get in touch with her husband (turns out he was ok!). The rest of the day is a blur. They let us go home form work, and watching news coverage became frightening yet addicting.
The next few days driving into work you could smell the smoke. And for at least a few months after, I followed every plane I saw in the sky for at least 30 seconds before I could break my gaze. I have friends who lost loved ones, friends who had to walk over bridges and across Manhattan to get out of the city. You cant help but feel for all the people affected by that day especially living so close. Hug your family today!
I was 18 yrs old and it was one week before I moved 2 hours away for college. I woke up bright and early, excited b/c it was my bf’s birthday and I had so much planned. I went into the kitchen and my dad told me that I wasn’t allowed to drive anywhere. I threw a slight fit b/c I thought it was just my dad being strict. Then he turned me towards the tv and as I watched the replay of the planes hitting, everything changed. I felt awful for whining about something SO INSIGNIFICANT in comparison.
I remember walking out of a college class where we’d been discussing the nature of conflict in international relations theory. . . and seeing everyone huddled around TVs. A couple days later, I walked from school to as close as I could get to the Pentagon with a classmate (I was in DC for school).
Also — you often add egg to potato pancakes when frying them to help them stick together (or at least something wet, like milk, to soften the mixture — otherwise it is quite crumbly). I do hope your headache clears up soon.
I thought about adding a flax or chia egg but decided I just wanted no fuss and to bake them. Next time I might try it when I have a bit more patience and am not feeling so crappy!
I can remember everything from that day…everything from where I was, how I felt, the fear I had to the 8 hours of sitting in front of the TV with my closest girlfriends. The flashbulb moment is one of the clearest memories I will ever have.
After 9 years we always need to remember…remember how fortunate we are and remember what others have been through. Incredible.
I remember I was in school, form 4. We were in the library watching the horror happen in the US. Our teacher called us in to look at it. It was unbelievable.
I remember exactly where I was when I heard the news. I was at work, sitting opposite my friend, when she said that her boyfriend had emailed that something awful had happened. I don’t think it really sank in until later, when I saw the terrible scenes on the news. I also remember exactly where I was and who I was with when I was told that Princess Diana had died.
Yes I remember where I was, I actually posted about it this morning. I was in my 2nd week of college and learned bits and pieces throughout the day. Then the whole campus shut down and I went home and watched the footage over and over again.
I was walking between classes in high school and just felt a weird silence/tension in the air. I glanced in a random room and the teacher had the news on and I just stood there watching, not caring about where I had to be. Like you said, it’s a bizarrely bright memory of time standing still.