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 was just days away from turning eleven (and now I’m just days away from turning 20, yay!) and I was sitting on my bed thinking about the presents that I would get when my sister came into the room telling me about it. I live in Europe and up to that moment had never heard about the world trade center or the pentagon so I didn’t really understand at first. But when I heard the adults talk about it I knew it was very serious and frightening.
Another question Angela: How is your strength training going? I thought you wanted to do that more often, didn’t you?
Yup…Eric and I will be starting up strength training when I get back from my trip. I will definitely post about it.
I remember it pretty clearly. I was in 7th grade and my teacher came in very worried but we wern’t allowed to turn the tvs on and see what was happening. She told us what had happened but I didn’t really understand until I went home and watched the news footage. I later found out that my teacher’s brother was very close to the towers when they collapsed, but luckily he was ok.
I was in high school, in sophomore English and our assistant headmaster came into our classroom to tell us the news. I couldn’t wrap my head around it and had an eerie feeling all day during school- a plane flew into a building? It just sounded so absurd.
It was my senior year of high school, and I was walking into Honors Meteorology. The TVs were on in the classroom. When I looked up, I remember the shocked feeling seeing a plane sticking out of the World Trade Center. Then, the second plane crashed as we were watching, and I remember thinking it couldn’t be real, even as it happened before my eyes. When the plane crashed in Shanksville, PA, just an hour away from my home, I remember feeling like the world was crashing down. I will never forget those who lost their lives on 9/11, or the heroes of that day.
I can remember exactly where I was when all of the various IRA terroris attacks in the Uk happened in the 80s and 90s (and like you have huge respect for the rescue services because of this) but have no memory of where I was when I heard about the Twin Towers. My life is just divided into before I knew and after I knew.
I was living in the UK when the Omagh bombing happened – awful. I feel like that was a wake up call for everyone, including the IRA – about just how badly there attacks were hurting families, and especially children.
Yep, I was in grade 6 and my Mom came to pick my sister and I up for lunch at school and she was so upset. She told us what was happening, although at that point, I don’t think I fully grasped the significance of it all. I just remember going back to school after lunch and feeling really scared. Our teacher sat us all down and told us what was happening. It was pretty crazy for someone my age at the time.
Math class and my teacher left the room and came back to tell us about it.
Oh, do I remember. My husband and I were returning from France on 9/10. He went to a conference in Washington DC and I returned to the west coast. He was in a building across the river from the Pentagon. The attendees at the conference had heard of the planes hitting the towers, turned the TV on and as they were watching the horror in NY someone noticed a plane out the window (this was a tall building). Everyone in the room went to the window and watched the plane hit the Pentagon. His journey back to the west coast was filled with planes, trains and automobiles. We both will never forget.
Love the creativity of ingredients in those potato cakes! I remember being in middle school and everyone’s parents came to pick their kids up in the middle of the day. I remember wondering why everyone was leaving so early, and then I heard the news.
But I live in NYC and am so proud to say that it is still standing strong :)
Hope your headache feels better!
The oven has saved me from crumbling skillet patties so many times that now I don’t even bother anymore with the skillet anymore and put the patties straight on a baking sheet in the oven!
I remember that day like it was yesterday. I had been in class all morning at Dawson, then took the subway to pick up my car. While on my way home I distractedly turned on the radio and initially was bothered that there were people talking on every station, no music! Only when I paid attention to what they were saying did I understand what was going on.
Funny fact: my birthday was a few days after September 11 and for the occasion I had reserved for dinner at a restaurant on top of one of Montreal’s highest tower buildings downtown. Needless to say, the place was nearly empty!
Great post! Have been really enjoying your blog lately. Keep it up! My thoughts on 9/11:
http://www.julieboyer.com/2010/09/where-were-you-9-years-ago-today/
Haha! Hey that was me!
:-)
I was in 8th grade at the time….but the teachers wouldn’t tell us anything!! It was clear from the hushed whispers, children leaving early, and phone calls in the hall that SOMETHING was wrong. Since it was a Catholic School, next thing you know we are in Church for a prayer service—but have no idea why!
I look around and see EVERYONE’S parents — except mine! Oh God, I thought something had happened to THEM. My parents were very involved in the community, and I could only imagine that there was a massive fire or car accident or something with my parents involved—the Church would certainly fill up with a prayer service for them!
Even at the prayer service they only speak in vague terms about why we are there. I don’t find out until it is over and I finally see my dad!
I live in a small town in NJ–30 miles out of the city–so we were pretty close to it, and one man in our town who worked for the port authority did lose his life that day. Last night we had our annual memorial at the High School and I couldn’t help but think—none of the High Schoolers there can probably remember this day–or at least very well.
Anyway, glad you enjoyed the potato cakes–my mom would think your crazy for adding the curry! (and yes–we usually do add an egg)
I do have a flashbulb memory of that event. I was a junior in highschool and I was home sick that day. My mom called when the first tower hit and I was still asleep. Sadly, I thought nothing of it. I figured it was an accident and I went back to sleep.
She called for the second attack. I got up at that point. I remember sitting in front of the TV watching in horror. My brother only lived a mile away from the buildings and I was scared for him. I remember feeling scared and alone because I had no one else there with me. Just watching it in silence with myself.
I have a bigger flashbulb memory with the Oklahoma City Bombing. It was in 1995, and I was in 4th grade. We heard a big boom in our class and it shook and we looked out the window and saw smoke. Timothy McVeigh blew up a Federal Building in Downtown Oklahoma City because he was upset at the government. 169 people died. Including children (these was a daycare in the building). It was horrifying because I was so young and we heard it…we saw it. I went down to the building before it was imploded and it was the sickest feeling in my life. You could sense death, feel death. It seemed so hallow. So quiet (it was standing for about 2 weeks to find all the bodies or survivors). I cried the whole time I was there. At the same time, Okalhoma City came together in a way I will never forget.
Sadly, I feel like most people have either forgot about this event. I wrote a post on it in my blog to commememorate the memorial this past April. A lot of my readers had no idea that it ever happened because they were just too young when it happened. Also, a lot of my Canadian readers never knew.
Here’s a link with more information..we need to not forget that event as well. Anytime either one of these days (9/11 or April 19th) roll around…I saw a prayer for the lost souls and families of them at both events. Both horrific events of terrorism (one domestic).
I’ll stop rambling—here’s a link about the Oklahoma City bombing.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oklahoma_City_bombing
I definitely remember Oklahoma City Bombing. I don’t have a flashbulb memory of it though or even knew where I was at the time in 1995. Probably because I moved around so much when I was young.
I definitely have a flashbulb memory of the Oklahoma City Bombing. I was at work, and there were a lot of reports about it on the radio. It still didn’t really hit home, I thought it was something like a furnace explosion. It wasn’t until I came home that night and watched tv that the full impact of that event hit me. That was pretty traumatic and I tried to wrap my head around how anyone could do such a thing. I couldn’t imagine actually being around that when it happened. I’m sure it has affected you for the rest of your life.
Totally remember. I was in an undergrad english class learning about Beowulf (gag me lol). We got conflicting reports…people were saying a plane had crashed into a mall or something. We didn’t know how serious it really was or what was going on. When I was driving home my Mom called me and told me to fill up on gas because we were going to war. :-O
Yes, I definitely remember exactly where I was and what I was feeling. I think this day 9 years ago will forever be burned into my memory. I was in my senior English class when another teacher came in and handed a piece of paper to my English teacher. As my teacher began to read from it, I remember thinking it wasn’t real — it was some sort of prank, some weird joke, or a practice emergency scenario. I could tell when it started sinking in around the room that this was actually happening, and how panicked everyone became. The worst part was that after a few minutes, the principal got on the loudspeaker and made all of us turn off the TVs. It felt so hopeless to be trapped in a room with such devastation going on outside and not being able to know what was happening (or do anything about it).
I totally remember. It was my first year of high school, and I was in a social studies class. We were all speachless as we watched the events pan out on TV. It was such a tragedy, my thoughts and prayers go out to anyone who have a loved one or friend that fell victim to that fateful day.
I was in my Freshman year of high school, in San Francisco, so it was about 6:30 am and I had just gotten up to get ready for school. I turned on the morning radio show I liked and they were talking about it – I actually thought it was a joke because this radio show was known for jokes. But it seemed extreme for them so I asked my dad to look it up but before he could the school bus arrived. I got on the bus and then I knew it was true. We listened in shock all the way to school and watched the news all day instead of class. I remember when we drove home that night we had to cross the Golden Gate Bridge (my school was in Marin, I lived in San Francisco) and we were the only ones on the bridge and it was lined with security. The city itself was dead quiet.
I certainly can’t believe it has been nine years…
It also means I started high school nine years ago! How did it get SO long ago???
I was in the 6th grade and I remember waking up to the radio and hearing them talking about something that I didn’t really understand. I am on the West Coast, so it happened while we were still sleeping. I remember that my little sister and I were arguing over the last of the milk and my Mom yelled at us, “How can you argue about something so small today!?”
I didn’t fully understand what was going on until they announced it over the loudspeaker at school. Until then I knew that something terrible had happened, I just didn’t know what.
I lived in L/A too! Those wood chairs were awesome :P
haha I liked that they rocked but that was about it!
I was at work on 9/11/01. I’m a nurse and at that time I worked in a surgical ICU. We didn’t start getting our patients out of the OR until around 11 or so, so it was a light-hearted, quiet morning in the unit. The patients who were 24hrs post-op were sitting in chairs at their bedsides and we had rolled our one TV for the unit in front of one of the patients. I’ll never forget when that news alert poped on screen. It was horrifying and I knew immediately that we would be going to war. Somehow I just knew it wasn’t an accident. I can not believe it’s been 9 years!
On the potato cake front: my parents have always made “cakes” out of leftovers. Try coating your patties in breadcrumbs (or crushed flax, cornmeal, quinoa, etc) and then pan-frying them. You have to do it on a LOW heat and be VERY patient. I wouldn’t try flipping them for a good 10-15 minutes. It sounds like a long time, but you had ’em in the oven for 40 minutes anyway, right? Happy cooking!