29 November 2011

Always a Bridesmaid, Never a Bride

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.

3 comments:

  1. You obviously have not had okra fixed properly!!! I love fried okra!

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  2. You know, people keep telling me that but...no. I just can't do it :).

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  3. Ha! 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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