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I wouldn’t know. The only Okra I ever ate was the one my mother made when I was a teen. And it was slimy and gooey and got my autism going crazy.
Nowadays I don’t eat dishes that have it, or do but push it aside.
Shouldn’t be slimy and gooey when prepared well. Sounds like a cooking fail.
In my culture, properly cooking okra is a rite of passage/test of a good homemaker (I hate that word). Kind of as a difficult task to separate the men from the boys. (Well not specifically men and boys. You know what I mean.) It reflects on how you were taught to cook and manage a household as well, so it’s a test of the household you came from, in a way.
Simultaneously, okra occupies the same cultural context that my child self saw for broccoli in western cartoons. The unpleasant vegetable your mom makes you eat. Only I never found broccoli to be foul at all, and my parents don’t like okra so I never had to eat it lol
How about a good enough cook? Because knowing how to cook without trashing the kitchen in process is a feat worthy of respect. Took me a few years to achieve.
I think I was being obvious about holding my nose and using outdated words to imply my own distaste for how it’s still thought of around me.
I just suggested a more neutral expression, for future use. That expression doesn’t have an equivalent in my language but I understood your words. Carrying around bagage of that sort just weighs us down; I went through a similar situation in my life and it was not pleasant.