Okra. Gumbo! Okra. Gumbo!
I was about 10 years old when I discovered okra. It was on a trip to see Uncle Bob and his family in Omaha, Nebraska. I stuffed myself silly with his munchy, crunchy pickled okra. After that excursion, my mom started buying the canned stuff, as a treat. I wasn’t a kid who snatched sweets late at night; I slipped briny pickled okra spears from the jar, hoping no one noticed.
The Link LonkSeptember 08, 2020 at 08:06PM
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RECIPE: Ad hoc gumbo for ad hoc times - Atlanta Journal Constitution
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