I like okra. I like breaded-n-fried okra. I like oven-roasted okra. I like gumbo with okra.
And I really like growing okra in my garden. I got off to a bad start when I let my okra seeds get moldy (long story). I planted them anyway; half never sprouted, but the other half have been growing happily ever since, despite the fact that I totally ignore them. It's 100 degrees outside and we haven't had much rain and our soil is like a brick, but the okra plants just soak up the sun and shake off the bugs and grow like weeds.
I love that I can run out to my little garden and come back with these
and I slice them with some onion and saute them with a little olive oil and end up with this
I wish I'd planted twice as much. Or three times as much. Maybe next year.