Okra: people either love it or hate it. But okra and I have a more complicated relationship. My head tells me that I don’t like okra—I find it slimy and strange. But if you present me with a plate of fried okra or a jar of pickled okra, I’ll eat it—happily and greedily.I come late to okra, which belies my Southern heritage, I know. I only started eating fried okra a few years ago (though have
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