The Whole Okra includes classic recipes such as fried okra pods as well as unexpected delights including okra seed pancakes and okra flower vodka. Some of the South’s best-known chefs shared okra recipes with Smith: Okra Soup by culinary historian Michael Twitty, Limpin’ Susan by chef BJ Dennis, Bhindi Masala by chef Meherwan Irani, and Okra Fries by chef Vivian Howard.
The Whole Okra includes classic recipes such as fried okra pods as well as unexpected delights including okra seed pancakes and okra flower vodka. Some of the South’s best-known chefs shared okra recipes with Smith: Okra Soup by culinary historian Michael Twitty, Limpin’ Susan by chef BJ Dennis, Bhindi Masala by chef Meherwan Irani, and Okra Fries by chef Vivian Howard.
The Whole Okra includes classic recipes such as fried okra pods as well as unexpected delights including okra seed pancakes and okra flower vodka. Some of the South’s best-known chefs shared okra recipes with Smith: Okra Soup by culinary historian Michael Twitty, Limpin’ Susan by chef BJ Dennis, Bhindi Masala by chef Meherwan Irani, and Okra Fries by chef Vivian Howard.
INTRODUCTION
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In Defense of Okra
Ln short, okra represents true nobility. The next time you hear
people say itis herbaceous, hairy and spineless. I urge you to
‘punch them right in the nose
—DicK West, “In Defense of Okra." 1964
the first time, I was at a roadside greasy spoon somewhere east of Clay-
ton, Georgia. It was my first time in the United States, visiting an old
friend, Snowy, from Wales. Snowy had been living and working in Green-
ville, South Carolina, for about five years. Practically a local. He pushed a
bowl of fried okra toward me.
“It’s a southern delicacy,” he said. Smiling:
Snowy was having a joke. ‘The grease from the okra saturated the
greaseproof paper. The little round lumps looked like sections of wooden.
dowel, rolled in sawdust and deep-fried. The way Snowy was stifling a
Taugh; the way he wouldn't take the first bite ..
Okra was not being taken seriously.
It was slimy, greasy, and tasteless, and only good for playing tricks on
tourists. I didn’t understand the slime at all. Undercooked egg whites, per-
haps. Slug slime or the saliva from the mouth of an alien. The grease Iknew
well from back home, This was grease that had been used over and over.
‘This was fast-food grease, cheap and nasty. And the taste? I remember none,
‘That was my first experience with okra, and I understand why some
people never give it a second chance. Some people never give it a first one,
such is its reputation. I can’t tell you how many people responded to the
knowledge that I was writing a book on okra with, “Yuck! Okra,” or “Ewww,
Wy.’ In an episode of Good Eats dubbed “Okraphobia,” celebrity chef Alton
I 1 2006, at the tender age of 26 (not yet woody), I experienced okra forThe Whole Okra
Brown said, “Ifyou don't find a way to push past this slime business, you're
‘going to regret it” You are going to regret it! Not embracing okra because
it’s slimy is like not visiting the Alps because you're scared of heights. You're
missing out on so much because of one small, manageable aversion.
In 2012, six years after my first encounter, I experienced okra for the
second time. I was back in the US, this time engaged to Belle Crawford. Yes,
itis true. I married someone from South Carolina called Belle, which tech-
nically makes okra the second southern thing I fell in love with. Belle’s
family is froma long line of southerners, but they are inclined to break with
southern social conventions from time to time. That's how I found myself
invited (obligated) to Belle’s bridal shower, helping her take part in the
awkward ritual of receiving and opening presents in front of a crowd of
women I didn’t really know.
One present bestowed on us that day changed my life. The gifter was
Linda Lee, an old school friend of Belle’s who worked as a botanist in Geor-
gia. The gift was a shoebox full of Indian-inspired spices. Being from
England, where the national dish is chicken tikka masala, and having trav-
cled to India, I found the spices exciting enough. But hidden within that
shochox was an enigma: a single, dried okra pod.
India is the leading producer of okra, where itis called bhindi and eaten
widely. $o there is a chance I may have eaten okra, hidden in the depths of a
curry, sometime in my past and unknowingly. But it was at the wedding
shower that I really acknowledged the existence of okra for the first time.
Linda explained that the pod, which was filled with okra seed, had come from
seed she had bought and grown from a roadside farm stand in Rosman, North
Carolina. The okra had been grown by the farmer's family, and saved by the
farmer's family, and I now owned a piece of that heritage. This little pod
‘weighed heavy with responsibility and possibility—it was a new feeling. This
was before I started working for Sow True Seed, a small seed company in
Asheville, Before I had a garden to call my own, Those okra seeds had a his-
tory and, if I chose, a future. This was nothing like the throwaway ooze from
Clayton, Georgia. This was serious. I was compelled to grow it, and so I did.
now remember my wedding anniversary by how many years I've been
growing that okra (six years); I decided to call it Rosman Wedding, That
single pod inspired me to dive deep into the world of okra, perhaps deeper
than any British person has ever gone. I admit am an unlikely champion of
okra, Garden writer and humorist Felder Rushing has begun calling me the
Okra King of America—it’s a funny joke, but I don’t lay claim to that title.
Nor do I take the enormity of okra’s history, or its presence in America,
lightly. In West Africa, where okra is widely grown, where people were
stolen and enslaved, the Akan people have a concept of a three-part destiny:Introduction
okra, mogya, and sunsum, One's okra is
somewhat similar to one’s soul, and among
the Akan it is believed that a person's okra
receives their destiny at birth, along with
certain attributes to aid in that destiny?
It seems that my okra was destined to
write a book on okra, and that all the events
of my life have led me to this point. As a
white British guy, Tam fully aware that okra
isnot apart of my culture or heritage. Thave,
however, fallen in love with okra and have
tried to approach this book with integrity,
and a deep appreciation of people and food.
While okra is grown and enjoyed around the
globe, my experiences with it are in the
American South, and so I must always
remember and honor all the terrible things
that happened to allow okra’s presence and
my eventual connection with it, T must
remember and honor the incredible influ-
ence of African Americans on our food
culture, and okra is just a small part of it. 1
am not King Okra, I am okra's humble ser
vant, and as the stars align I find myself
stumbling upon discovery after discovery,
story after story, variety after variety, use
after use, of this completely amazing crop
called okra, gumbo, bhindi, lady's fingers,
and ochro, But still, I sometimes wonder
why am I so excited about okra when the
average response is closer to Stephen King's,
“Nooo, I don’t want okra. No okra, No.”$
I know there are a lot of other okra fans,
fanatics even, out there. And for many okra
is ingrained as part of their history and cul-
ture, The first time I gave a presentation
titled “In Defense of Okra,” the random out-
bursts of okra enthusiasm from the audience
surprised, distracted, and delighted me. This _Fjam, op robottom-ding Orange,
book is for all those fans, to vindicate your Gelé Coast, Stubby. Photographs
joy in okra and inspire you to take it to the courtesy of Peter Taylor