Here's what I'm thinking when I do dishes: fried, fried, BLT, fried.
And then I rearrange them and turn them around as if they are laying out in the sun trying to get a tan. Oh, I could just leave them on the vine to ripen, but my little garden helpers love to pick them. Way too early. Another thing that's currently growing in the garden....
(Okra!) Or Okry, as my Grandma used to say. Since this is the one and only okra plant that flourished enough to produce anything, it looks like we will all have to share this one pod. So when my kids are grown they will be able to tell the story of when times were so tough they all had to share one okra pod, and their Mama fried it up like it was a feast.
These are the good old days.
These are the good old days.
we planted our garden so late this year that I fear there will be nothing to show for it at all. again. last year something ate it ALL... well, all except the radishes.
ReplyDeleteI can't wait for our tomato plants to come in. Nothing better than fresh from the garden!
ReplyDeleteYum!
ReplyDeleteOne of the girls in my small group hit the farmer's market for us last week. I still have several tomatoes I'm trying to decide what to do with. I sooo wish I had thought BLT when I was at the grocery store earlier! That does sound tasty!
I love okry! Fry it up girl!
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