For most people, the word okra conjures up one of three images:
Gumbo
Indian food
Slime (and not the fun slime that seems to be everywhere you look nowadays)

Well for today, I want to add another picture to that group. One that is just as tasty as the first two yet has nothing to do with the third.

Isn’t it funny how a certain smell, flavor or image can conjure up a world of memories?

Somehow it is never the elaborate recipes or the fancy meals, it is a bowl of soup in your mum’s kitchen on a cold day, a cup of peach icetea across the table from a dear friend, a fresh loaf of bread from your grandmother’s oven, the cookies you made for your kids’ class and stayed up till 2 in the morning decorating and packing them, the salad you made for your best friend and forgot the parsley.
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