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 in Jr. high school when it happened. I came upstairs after having a shower and my mom was sitting in the living room watching tv with the lights off and smoking a cigarette really intensely. I asked her what was wrong and she said the Towers and the Pentagon had been hit. She was concerned because my great aunt works IN the Pentagon. I don’t think it really hit me how horrible it was because I had the thought that “well, it isn’t in Canada so I’m not going to worry about it.” I was so naive!
I Love your idea for baking those potatoes. I often have leftover potatoes in the fridge and that sounds like a much healthier way to eat them for breakfast instead of trying to fry them in a pan.
I was in class too when I first hear. It was my first year if college, and that morning I was in class all morning from 9-12. Being that my two classes were in the same room, I had no clue when my next teacher came in what she was talking about when she came in at 11am and said to us “I’m sure you must all be wondering what’s going on now”
The whole class shook our heads telling her we had been in class all morning and have no idea what she is talking about.
She filled us in what she knew to that point. She told us that the student union had set up a tv to watch the news between classes.
When I was done classes for the day, I remember going home to see my parents (as I lived at home my first year of college) then I went over to my husbands (boyfriend at the time) parents house and just numbly watching the news in the living room. We pretty much just stayed glued to the news all day and night long.
Having my brothers and husband who are work as firefighters and police, I can only imagine the stress and strength those who were there to respond went through and still go through every day.
My heart and thoughts go out to all the victims, family members, emergency responders and volunteers today.
I was in 8th grade; I remember being in math class (which I hated), and our principal came in and told us all to go meet in the auditorium. I remember being like “YES! No more math class!!!” until we realized why we had been pulled out…we sat and watched footage all day and I remember being shellshocked by the film…
I was a junior in high school….. in organic chemistry when our principle came on the PA to announce what was happening. I guess all the teachers that did not have a class right then were in his office watching it. It was a pretty awful day here in the states…. actually that whole week sucked!
I didn’t know that was called a flashbulb memory, neat!
Gosh darn-it, I just love your blog. That chickpea veggie curry looks amazing – and love the idea of mixing it with the mashed potatoes – Sooo yummy looking.
Hi there
I have never heard of the term “flashbulb memory” but it is very interesting. I was at the cinema with my boyfriend (we were at uni and had the afternoon off) and as we were walking around the shops we saw the footage on TV screens, and thought it must be a film with crazy special effects. It did not seem real at all. We spent the evening watching it all unfold on TV like a nightmare.
A while back we went to see the film “world trade centre” and at the end of the film there was silence, and all you could hear was people in the cinema crying. It was very emotional, but also uplifting to see the amazing work that all the rescue people and volunteers did.
It was my first year of college and I was in my “First Year Seminar” class. My roommate and I had watched a rerun of Saved By The Bell that morning while getting ready for classes, so we didn’t catch anything on the news. One of the girls in our class told us about it and our professor let us out early and classes were canceled the rest of the day. :( I can’t believe it’s been 9 years!
I was sitting in a computer chair watching one of my school lessons on video tape while I had the dog in my lap. My mom burst in crying saying that there had been a terrorist attack on America. Later that day a friend and I talked about what this all meant for us down the road. She was saying that it would be the next World War III and that our husbands would be fighting in that war (we were 13 at the time). We’re both married now, and while her husband has no intentions of going into the military, mine does.
I have to give kudos to your husband. I have nothing but the utmost respect for anyone in the military. No matter what their intentions were for joining, you know that there’s always a possibility of them having to go into some sort of combat situation and put their lives on the line in order to protect us. My husband served 4 years as enlisted, and another 23 years as an officer, and he ended up going to Afghanistan for Operation Enduring Freedom, and later to Iraq for the Iraqi War (he also spent some time in Bosnia during their war). Although those were very stressful times (I was always worried his plane would be shot down), I can say that I’m the most pride military wife there is for what my husband did :0)
I remember I was getting ready to leave for school when the news replayed the scenes of the planes crashing into the building. It is hard to believe it has been 9 years already. I’m thankful for the men and women who put their lives in danger to save those people and to fight for our freedom.
Those potato cakes look good. I just so happen to have some left over protein potatoes that are calling out to be baked.
I am also thankful!
Gosh I remember every second of that day. Taking my husband to work, turning on my radio and hearing just commotion…..things were going terribly wrong. Getting home just in time to see the second tower hit and noone knowing where all the other planes were. I was glued to the TV as friends and family called me even though I was a in Las Vegas. I remember going to work at the Credit Union I worked at and our CEO coming to us all personally, telling us to tell our customer to take money out because we did not know what lie ahead. I remember scores of people coming in and calling…because they just did not know what to do. Then I remember not being able to stop watching ever following afterevent.
I still watch every year all the news and remember. I think we remember because we owe it to all those people that lost their lives and to all the others who tried their hardest to save and preserve what little they could.
I was in my room getting ready for work. I turned the radio on to listen to some tunes and heard the report. I thought it was a radio “gag” at first especially when the second plane flew into building #2. Finally, I turned on the news and saw it. I will never forget the images of the people jumping from the building….Lord have mercy.
Yes, I remember exactly where I was. I’ll never forget that day and the days/weeks/months to follow. It changed my life forever. God bless the victims and the survivors. xoxo
Glad you saved the cakes!! They look awesome but I would have HATED waiting 40 min. for them to bake for breakfast, hehe. The hunger monster is in full force in the AM! — I totally remember the exact situation as well. I was actually just getting ready to leave for Ohio State for my first year. OSU started late in September, so I wasn’t there yet. I was the only one home and I think my dad called to wake me to tell me to turn the TV on. I was home alone, glued to the TV. I definitely remember everything about that day.
I was in the 6th grade sitting in class when one of the teachers came into the room and called us all into the cafeteria. There was a big TV and the entire school watched the news. We watched it for about 2 hours, went back to the classroom and talked about it. I had “latestay” after school and we watched it on the TV that was in that building, too. I remember talking to my friend about it because we were confused as to how the planes even fit in the building. Of course, we thought it was much more innocent than it actually was- that even the people above the planes were able to get out alive.
I can’t believe it’s been 9 years already. Feels like yesterday.
Yes, I was driving cross country from Colorado to Oregon. I thought OH-NO this is a dream right? We had 2 friends work in the building and they both were ok. It is so hard to think how this happened…My thoughts are with all on this special day.
I love your breakfast, way to switch it up! Also sorry to hear about your headaches…
Ange, you seem to have an abnormally high success rate with random combinations in the the kitchen! Had I tried to make those potato cakes I’m sure it would have been a disaster!
When 9/11 happened, my family had been living in the Middle East for a grand total of 12 days. My sister and I came home from school to find my mum watching TV and saying “You’re never going to believe what just happened.” We were watching the replay of the planes smashing into the WTCs and a whole bunch of people running. I didn’t understand it at first (I was 13), and certainly didn’t believe that it was happening in the US. As you can probably imagine, it made my mum, sister, and I very skeptical about staying in the Middle East for my dad’s job!! I can’t believe it was 9 years ago… it doesn’t seem like that long because, like you said about flashbulb memories, they’re so vivid and I remember it so well.
I was walking out of a school assembly (I was in high school at the time) when I heard something had happened. I was so frustrated with our teachers because some would not let us watch it and tried to go on with a normal day. My dad was in the Sears Tower in Chicago that day, so I spent most of the school day trying not to panic. Finally, I was able to go home and watch the news coverage of it. Luckily, everyone I knew was ok, but I always try to keep those who suffered in my thoughts.
Breakfast looks awesome as usual!
I was in world civilizations class, and one of the students told us there was some sort of big news when she came in. It didn’t really sound like enough reason to interrupt class at that point, but our teacher figured that since it was a history class, watching current events would make sense. Then, we realized what a big deal it was.
Your cakes looked like they turned out great. I remember that I was in bowling class and we sat there and watched it on TV. What a sad day.
I do, but I think it is mostly because of everyone else always talking about theirs. I even remember that day listening on the radio and them saying “This will be a moment where everyone remembers where they were when they first heard.” And so it is completely in my head :
I was driving home from my best friend’s house. I was supposed to spend the night and the next day, but she ended up getting really sick so I decided to head home. I just happened to be listening to the radio instead of a CD and heard about it.
I’ll also always remember where she was for the same reason. She ended up sleeping most of the day and when her brothers came home from school and told her she didn’t believe them. It wasn’t until she was watching the news the next day that she saw they were right!