Okra-zy
Food & Drink, Parents/Guardians, Restaurant, Siblings, South Carolina, USA | Related | June 25, 2018
(My brother used to love fried okra as a kid, and would get it every time we went to a restaurant that served it. We never realized he didn’t know it was a vegetable, until one day he bites a piece in half instead of eating it whole.)
Brother: *looking at the cross-section of okra in his hand* “Hey, what’s this green stuff in my fried okra?!”
Mom: “That’s the okra.”
Brother: “Then what’s the brown stuff on the outside?”
Mom: “That’s the ‘fried.'”