It's happened to all of us who like to grow okra. You harvest the first tender pods, turn your back for a split second, and the renegades turn into beasts. Somehow they missed your eye and grew into mammoths. Tough, stringy, and magnificent. I can't stand to throw them in the compost. So I just bring them in, stand them up in a stemless wine glass, and put them front and center.
The tender youngins are simmering on the stove. Stewed okra recipe to follow. . .
A cross-culturally relatable tale... Well done, and what a lovely display of the beasts. If only we all knew how to display our beasts so gracefully...
ReplyDeleteHa, well, I'm still learning! Thanks Dane!
ReplyDeletedo not cook them too long they will turn into a mash,
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