02/18/2026
Oh, glorious pod of the Southern sun,
With your fuzzy coat and your leafy mop,
Some call you slimy, some call you fun,
And in my kitchen, you’re always the top
You stand up tall when the mercury’s risin’,
While the lettuce and spinach have long since died,
Your hardiness is frankly quite surprisin’,
And you taste even better when you’re deep-fried.
Oh, okra! You beautiful, sticky green spear,
The culinary crown of the Southern year.
From a steaming gumbo to a pickled jar,
You are, without question, the culinary star.
Some folks are scared of your viscous goo,
But they clearly don't know what a roux can do,
So throw you in cornmeal and sizzle you hot,
Until you are golden and crunchy and crisp,
You’re the best darn veggie that I have got,
And I’ll eat all you grow, to the very last wisp
