I feel rather bad whining about an ingredient, but I cannot help whining about okra. It’s a nice-tasting vegetable. It’s pretty as few other vegetables can be, whether it’s whole, or halved along the pod, or sliced across. The seeds are unbelievably cute. But the slime. Oh, the slime.
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In which we deal with a much maligned piece of pig

in which the author cooks with Russian ingredients and finally manages to make something good

in which the author’s commitment to eating local makes her rethink her approach to leafy greens

In which something bloody good is produced

or the first part of my Hungarian culinary adventures

in which the author feels like a witch, in a nice way