• Count Regal Inkwell@pawb.social
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    13 days ago

    I wouldn’t know. The only Okra I ever ate was the one my mother made when I was a teen. And it was slimy and gooey and got my autism going crazy.

    Nowadays I don’t eat dishes that have it, or do but push it aside.

      • ggtdbz@lemmy.dbzer0.com
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        13 days ago

        In my culture, properly cooking okra is a rite of passage/test of a good homemaker (I hate that word). Kind of as a difficult task to separate the men from the boys. (Well not specifically men and boys. You know what I mean.) It reflects on how you were taught to cook and manage a household as well, so it’s a test of the household you came from, in a way.

        Simultaneously, okra occupies the same cultural context that my child self saw for broccoli in western cartoons. The unpleasant vegetable your mom makes you eat. Only I never found broccoli to be foul at all, and my parents don’t like okra so I never had to eat it lol