Black Friday Leftover Fun
So for all of us in the United States today the day after thanksgiving, otherwise known as Black Friday. There are two main activities that most of the US takes part in today, shopping and eating leftovers. Since I’m not much of a shopper, I thought I’d talk a little about leftovers and my favorite leftover meal.
Every year the day after thanksgiving my family makes what we call leftover pancakes. There’s no exact recipe for these ones, all you need is leftover mash potatoes and small chunks of whatever other leftovers thanksgiving treats you want. Turkey, stuffing, corn, green beans, anything fits in these. Personally I like to add cheese, onions and green beans to mine. My mom’s favorite is cut up turkey, stuffing and corn. Mix it all together in a bowl until everything is combined evenly.
Take the mixture and form into patties, much like you would a hamburger. The patties can vary in thickness. I like mine to be about a quarter of an inch, which keeps that yummy potato flavor but also gives them some crisp. But my brother likes them thinner, with more fried outside to mash potato mix, making it closer a big flavored French fry.
Heat a skillet on the stove with your choice of nonstick topping. We vary from butter and olive oil. The butter makes the pancakes crispier, but can burn quickly. Olive oil is also a little lighter, if you don’t want the heavy oily taste after such a big meal the day before. Fry until golden brown, between 3 and 5 minutes on each side. Then enjoy. Don’t be afraid to add your own toppings as well, a little cheese, sour cream, green onions (my family loves onions) or even ketchup.
Another leftover goodie, if you’re looking for a sweet treat, is to buy either some pound cake or plain cheesecake (if you’re so inclined you can use pumpkin versions, my father loves to do that). Heat up any leftover cranberry sauce in the microwave for 15 to 30 seconds, and pour over the dessert of your choice. Especially if you’re in an area being ravaged by snowstorms this thanksgiving season, this decedent dessert will hit the shot and warm you right you. Tastes great with a cup of coffee with a little special surprise in it (rum is always my choice).
And while you’re enjoying your second day of thanksgiving, check out my new book, Owned for Christmas, a fun little story about one woman caught between two brothers, and all the sexy situations she gets into with them. Available today with Totally Bound Publishing.
Christmas with her boyfriend’s family seems like a lovely idea—until she finds her previous Dom staying for the holidays too.
Kate Baker is nervous about meeting her boyfriend Daniel’s family. When she walks into the family home to find Grant, her former Dom, spending the holidays with them too, her world turns upside down. How can she spend Christmas with the man who shattered her heart and broke her trust in the whole BDSM scene?
Although she had no idea Grant and Daniel were brothers, Grant revives all those needs that Daniel can’t fulfil. But she won’t give up the man who helped mend her broken heart after Grant shattered it—even if she has to bury the submissive part of herself to do it.
A year ago, Grant Farrell left the woman he loved—and the best sub he’s ever controlled—to tend the family ranch after his father’s death. It almost tore his heart out to leave Kate but he had no other choice. He didn’t realise how much it had hurt them both until she shows up at his family’s home on his brother’s arm.
Now more than ever he’s determined to keep her in his life, even if he has to share her to do it. But half measures won’t be enough anymore. He needs either to own her completely, or give her up to Daniel for good.
Can he convince Kate to forgive him for the pain he caused her and the secrets he kept? Or will he lose her to his brother for his past mistakes?
“Are you sure your mom will like me?” Kate threaded and unthreaded her fingers together. The snow-covered Rocky Mountains filled her passenger side window. The ground crunched under their tires, illustrating that they weren’t in Texas anymore—that and the sub-zero temperature.
When her boyfriend had asked her to spend Christmas with his family in Colorado, she’d been ecstatic. Now she was rethinking her decision.
She stared out of the window, focusing on breathing deeply. The last thing she wanted was to have a panic attack the second she walked into her boyfriend’s childhood home. What a great first impression that would leave. For years to come, she’d be known as the crazy girl he brought home that one Christmas who stopped breathing right inside the front door.
Daniel pulled his hand from the steering wheel and reached across the car for hers. He gave her fingers a gentle squeeze. “I’m sure she’ll love you.”
She nodded and tried to believe him. It had been a long time since she’d met anyone’s mother. She’d stopped being the type of girl a man would take home to his family a while ago. She had never thought she’d be back in this position again.
That was until Daniel had appeared in her life. She looked over at the man sitting beside her. He’d glance at her with his warm, honey-brown eyes every once in a while. He’d combed his sandy hair back neatly. He was her savior. He’d found her, picked her up and helped her to glue her heart back together when she’d given up any hope that it was possible. The least she could do for him was meet his mother.
“What is there about you that’s not to love?” He smiled over at her.
There was a lot not to love. There certainly had been before. Enough to force someone to leave her. Or at least one very notable person. The one who had broken her heart and left her behind to pick up the pieces.
But that was all before Daniel. She tried to smile back.
They took a left turn, pulling off the highway onto a winding dirt road. Snow, a few inches deep, was piled up on either side of the road. White blanketed the trees and rocks. The car shook and dipped down the bumpy road. She braced herself against the car seat. This was a long way from her normal commute to school each morning. She’d never complain about Dallas traffic again. At least it didn’t have potholes the size of cannonballs, or ice.
“Trust me. It will be great. We got through the plane ride, didn’t we?”
Kate nodded. She had survived the plane ride. Thanks in part to Daniel and two mini bottles of vodka. But somehow, she’d lived through the flight. Her hands had even stopped shaking. “Of course I trust you.”
Daniel turned another corner, shifting onto an unpaved drive. It was hard not to notice the house so covered in twinkle lights it could almost be seen from space. It was beautiful. The quaint, tiny farmhouse sat nestled back into a hill. With the snow covering its roof and the lights decorating the porch, it almost looked like the front of a Christmas card. The kind she would have found and looked at longingly as a child from her Dallas bedroom.
If only she could stop her stomach from churning, she might be able to enjoy the sight.
Daniel slowed the vehicle before parking the rental car to the left of the small house.
“We’re home.” He grinned over at her.
Kate took a deep breath. He looked so happy, so excited. Her stomach churned more violently. She wished she felt the same as he did.
He scrambled out of the car toward the back to get their bags. Kate opened the door, stepping out into the cool air. Her boots squished in the snow. Good thing she’d gone for the heavy winter coat. She’d never seen so much snow in her life, besides on television. The bitter wind brushed her face and her nose burned slightly. But the snowfall was pretty, decorating everything in white and ice.
Daniel slammed the trunk before coming to meet her beside the car, a bag cradled under each arm. Always the gentleman. Just another reason she loved him so much.
“Don’t tell me it looks that bad,” he joked, a wide smirk on his face.
Kate tightened her coat around her chest, schooling her features into a more excited expression. She’d hate for his mother to see the dumbfounded look she must have been sporting. She didn’t want to give his mom the impression she was judging them, or that she was disappointed in what she found—she certainly wasn’t.
She didn’t think his childhood home looked bad at all. In fact, the little house in the snow was very pretty and picturesque. So different from her parents’ house, so different from the Christmases she’d always known.
Thank you so much for sharing with us today Willa. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!