So, I burned my hand trying to fry some okra from my garden. Apparently the FryDaddy is a fearsome thing. But, even though frying turned out to be a full contact sport, we still managed to have some yummy okra at the dinner table. Farm to table--yeah!
(the lovely redhead is Katie's friend Annie...she was very excited about the okra!)
I AM SO PROUD!!!
ReplyDeletethey look delicious!!!
(sad to hear about the battle scars though!)
Good job Carrie! Look at you, becoming so domesticated ;)
ReplyDeleteI love fried okra!!!
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