Last weekend at the Alemany farmer’s market, it seemed like everybody and their moms were selling okras. Most of the stands had big cardboard boxes full of giant okra pods. I don’t know if I’m totally making this up or if someone wise actually told me this, but aren’t giant pods supposed to be stringy and tough? Bleh.
So there I was, amongst all the ruthless Chinese ladies with sharp elbows (I’m allowed to say this because I’m Chinese), picking through the box of giants to find the babies. Said babies then ended up in my cauldron for a hearty Bhindi Masala - mwahaha.
