I love living in the south.
I know I have said it before.
I will say it again.
And I have lived all over the country so I feel somewhat qualified to speak of this in this manner.
Yes there are a lot of problems.
Yes there is some really messy history.
Yes we have issues.
Yes we are weird.
But good golly we are not boring.
We are not bland.
We are not white toast and milk.
No sir. We are not boring.
We are pink porches
We are loud and awkward and warm and friendly and fiery and crass and sweet as sugar,
We are a patchwork of a million colorful parts, ripped and sewn back together
Oh, and we eat okra. On our pink porches.
This is my new favorite way. Roasted Okra a'la Alison
Heat your oven to 425 or 450 depending on how strong it works.
Next, cut your Okra up into1/4-1/2" slices.
Coat a cookie sheet with a thin layer of olive oil, then spread your sliced okra out on the pan.
Next, brush a little bit more olive oil on top of the okra.
Sprinkle heavily (or to taste) with sea salt and fresh ground pepper.
Bake for 20-30 minutes until crispy, turning over once at about 10-15 minutes in.
Add a little more salt if you are an addict like me and serve.
Goes great with chargrilled chicken and sauteed yellow squash and onions.
Eat on a back porch with some silly boys.
I promise it will taste even better with the right company.