In case anyone was wondering what jetlag looked like, here it is:
After an all-too-short night of sleep (3 hours) we were off to the airplane where we got on without a hitch. Eli was pretty good on the plane, didn't really fuss at all but got fairly restless. He didn't sleep at all though, and I was tired by the time I got off the plane. The trouble with the Atlanta airport: it's HUGE and getting from one end of it to the other takes a train. Once we got there, we were greeted by some very eager grandparents, which I was thankful for.
If you live in California, you have probably never had the pleasure of experiencing fried okra. It is incredible, and oddly enough, a vegetable I have not been able to purchase in the West.
My grandmother made it for us last night and it was everything I remembered it to be. With a big tall glass of sweet tea it is something you simply cannot miss, and my grandmother makes the best there is in the south. Fortunately for me, I'm related to her so she gave me the family recipe (wink, wink). To all my fellow westerners, if you happen to find okra in the vegetable section, please tell me, there's some fried okra in it for you!
3 comments:
Okra rolled in cornmeal and fried is awesome!! My mother is southern, so we ate it all the time when I was growing up. I used to get it at the farmers' market in Redding when it was in season...otherwise you might be able to get it frozen. Redding is kind of lame as far as accessibility to "exotic" veggies, though...boo.
Maybe when Trader Joe's finally opens??
-Lauren
Oh man, I LOVE fried okra! My dad is from the south, so it's something that I grew up eating too--mostly on major holidays.
I feel you, lady. That's one amazing little veggie!!!
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