Our CSA box of vegetables this week included a handful of okra. Always my favorite vegetable as a kid (duh-it's fried!), I've never EVER made it myself. I think I may have added it to a gumbo or something, but I don't really count that.
When I was frying this up tonight (in olive oil, not bacon grease, fortunately. Or unfortunately depending on how you want to look at it.) I couldn't help but smile. I told Greg it smelled to me like growing up. Like my childhood. Like Grandma's house. If I had known, I would have cooked some years ago.
It didn't smell like growing up to Greg, who didn't discover okra until he moved east and discovered Meat and Threes, but he enjoyed eating it. Even the kids loved it and gobbled it up (duh- it's fried!)