Yuck. I HATE okra. I'm just not a big fan of slimy, sluggish things just so happen to be furry on the outside. Of course, in the South, okra is a part of life- boiled, fried, in soup, gumbo, everything you can think of.
I do on the other hand like cookie cake...
Or in MG's case, a "really big cookie." Hey, I'm up for it.
Ok, you caught me, I have no new pictures or stories. I promise to be more interesting next time.