Brief observation: I have come to the conclusion that there are certain Southern traditions that I will never be able to get behind, thus leaving me always in the "transplant" category versus "native".
Case in point? Okra. Ewwww. Okra is Satan's boogers.
You obviously have not had okra fixed properly!!! I love fried okra!
ReplyDeleteYou know, people keep telling me that but...no. I just can't do it :).
ReplyDeleteHa! I like okra - especially the way my mom used to fix it - burnt & crispy. But, yeah, it's kind of gross if you consider it too closely. :)
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