Monday, September 12, 2011


My husband loves fried okra.  But only a certain kind of fried okra, mind you.  According to him, batter-fried okra is a sin against nature.  Okra tossed with cornmeal, flour, salt, and pepper then fried to crispy perfection - that's what he loves.

The other day some friends offered us some of their home-grown okra, and I snapped it right up to cook for Ben.

I was expecting okra.  What I received was OKRA!

See what I mean?  

How is this even possible?

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