
You'd think that...
But I haven't.
Since okra has always been one of my favorite pickled veggies, this blog post just stuck out to me. I thought about it for a few days. I obsessed over the bite of the Serrano pepper, the aftertaste of the garlic, the sour of the vinegar, the aroma of the dill, and the crispness of the okra. It stayed with me, taunting me every time I opened the fridge only to be disapointed that these okra were not sitting on the shelf. I had to solve this, I had to pickle some okra and I had to do it this weekend.
A quick trip to the farmers market provided the okra and the dill and another not so quick trip to the mega center down the street provided the garlic and the Serrano peppers. I was all set. Pickled okras were made and now I must wait for a day to taste them.
This will be the longest day of my life.
4 comments:
even if someone doesn't like okra or pickles, that picture would make them want to eat them! YUM!
what a beautiful photo! you captured your joy of the experience!
I'm not a big fan of okra, but punkin's right, I want that okcra NOW! Yum yum!
hmm... you're way ahead of me on this one. I can't say I've eaten much okra, so kudos to you for trying the pickle thing, and for having such a palette for fresh veggies!
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