FAVE MEMORY. Other folks have a soundtrack to their lives. I have a menu. And okra—the seeded green pods of Southern cooking stapledom—has been front and center at some of my most fond foodie memories since I can remember. From helping my G-Dot pick okra from her garden in Savannah, to sharing a fresh batch of just-fried, cornmeal-crusted okra with my hubby in Charleston, to savoring a warm bowl of okra and tomatoes over rice on a chilly fall evening here at home in Summerville...okra epitomizes comfort for me and helps connect my past to my present. :-)