A couple of weeks ago, I finally decided to try the 3-dollar-per-pound okra that is sold in decidedly environmentally-unsound styrofoam packaging at the local Latino corner store, Bestway. I grew up eating okra. I’m not sure which branch of my mother’s family tree the okra eaters were on, but it was apparently a staple food of mother’s childhood and thus it became a staple of my own.
My mother typically made her okra smothered in a mixture of: hot peppers, tomatoes, chili/cayenne powder, caramelized onions and garlic. I wanted to try something a little different so I looked to ES, hoping someone had blogged about venturing into uncharted territories with okra dishes. In short, I looked to ES for inspiration (as I often do) and made a startling discovery….
Read More›