Okra is one of those things I have cheated myself out of for years, because I was convinced, beyond all reason, that it tasted like a pickle. I don’t know why, but from childhood, I have been convinced of that.
So, it’s only been recently that I started eating it. And I think I could, every day, just throw some okra in a hot pan with a little oil, salt, and pepper, and eat it and be happy. Even the way the seeds taste makes me happy.
Ha, so, guess what I had for dinner?
No, ha, okra, of course.
From my garden.
Next year? More okra, fewer zucchini.