Aug. 29, 2021


First, let me say I'm not well acquainted with southern cuisine. Second, I don't like okra. Not the flavor, that's fine. I don't like okra the way you don't like the henchman of the bully in grade school. I was once assigned to help train Vietnamese Rangers. We had an old Vietnamese/French/English dictionary that helped us communicate. They knew I was interested in stuff, and one day some of them came up with a long narrow green fruit. They pointed to okra in the book, and gestured that I should try it. Of course! After that first bite, I kept a straight face long enough to hand the rest to the guy next to me. Wow, that was hot! I don't much like hot green peppers either, kind of like how you never learn to like the bully in grade school. Some lessons you just never forget!