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My dad visited a few days ago and went with my wife to a local farmers market. He bought a bunch of okra because, apparently, I like it. News to me.
My mother-in-law also visited shortly after my dad left. We still had the okra, still in the paper bag. There was talk of "fried okra". You southern folks know exactly what I'm talking about. My mother-in-law, though she has lived in Tennessee for the past decade and a half, was born in Tehran. Her idea of "fried okra" was to take the okra and submerge it in hot oil.
It was better than I expected.
I've also had pickled okra... a Texas thing, as I recall. Also better than you might think.
Grits... I've lived in the South my entire life (excepting less than a year in upstate New York for prototype) and I do not particularly like grits. I like farina, which is basically just grits using a different plant... but grits... meh. Seems overcooked.
Boiled Peanuts... saw them for sale whenever we were driving through Georgia to visit a brother in Florida. I'm sure we bought some. I'm sure I ate some. I have no comment, though- made no impression.
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