I’m 24 years old– will be 25 in December.
I had okra for the first time approximately one month ago.
It’s not really my fault. I’m from Connecticut. It’s stinky. It’s gooey. We don’t come from a family of super-adventurous eaters. I…I…I.
I have no excuses. ‘Cause okra is really yummy.
David surprised me with okra one evening. He washed and chopped it, leaving all the seeds and sinew in the little tubular veggies.
He tossed them in a bag with corn meal, salt and pepper. No egg, no moisture– the stickiness of the okra makes the breading process really easy.
Into the skillet!
I horked these down like they were my new favorite food. It was so simple, crunchy, and, well, green tasting. I loved the salty crunch– reminded me of my favorite guilty pleasure, fried zucchini. At least under the deep fry there’s a great green vegetable.
At least that’s what I’ll tell myself for the rest of summer.
What other regional delights should I try?