“Okra gets a bad rap,” says Poppy Tooker, author of the Crescent City Farmers Market Cookbook, on YouTube, where she demonstrates “how to keep okra from getting slimy.” (Fry it in “hot-hot” oil.) Someone from the Philippines has posted a comment: “If you don’t want your ‘okra’ to be slimy then go pick another vegetable because it is made THAT way.”Īlso on YouTube, Sarah Sawadogo-slick hot in a little black off-the-shoulder dress and three strands of pearls-shows us “how to cook okra the most delicious way.” If the gumbo she stirs up, involving octopus, looks a little questionable, she sells it by tasting it so well, mmmmm, and then saying, “I see my grandmother!” Comments range from “I am from louisiana i love okra its good 4 da body and yours look delicious” to “Most delicious wayyyy are you crazy!!!! look whoever taught you to cook Okra soup this way have wrong you big time miss ladie. But can’t we appreciate slick? Ernie K-Doe, according to Ben Sandmel’s new biography of the singer of “Mother-in-Law,” was proud to say, “I’m so slick, grease gotta come ask me how to be greasy!” In GQ recently, a rapper named 2Chainz was quoted as observing that “Atlanta people always say slick when we really mean it: ‘It’s slick hot outside.’” Them dogs fought the whole rest of the evening and didn’t but one dog know what they was fighting over.” “A big old hound run up there, fsllppllp and it just went down so fast, he thought the other dog got it and jumped on him. At his mama’s behest, Jerry dumped a pot full of boiled-down leftover okra into the dog pen. Jerry Clower said the longest dogfight he ever saw was over okra. My father knew a man who ate so much okra he couldn’t keep his socks up. To me, there is nothing much more savory than cross sections of okra dusted with cornmeal and crispy-fried, but I like okra boiled, too-with pepper sauce or all by itself in its own juice, lying there all nice and loose. Even the definition in the Oxford English Dictionary sounds unsettling: “a five-sided ‘pod’ (actually a capsule), harvested when immature and mucilaginous…. Not an unusual response, among people who didn’t grow up with okra, also among quite a few who did. Bernard, or an insanely jealous Plymouth Fury: “Nooo,” he said. And Steve reacted as another person might to a vengeful psychokinetic wallflower, or a runaway rabid St. Someone-not me, maybe Greg Iles, the only other Southern member of the band-happened to bring up okra, in passing, you know, as one will. The last time the rock-and-roll band of authors known as the Rock Bottom Remainders got together, this past June in Los Angeles, I learned that my friend and bandmate Stephen King is horrified by okra.
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