Fried Okra

Yesterday, RantWoman kept missing Da Bus. RantWoman minimally just needed to wait for One Bus, though that bus runs every half hour and there are a few other combinations of buses that might get RantWoman home faster than just waiting for the next One Bus. If RantWoman had been willing to wait on One Bus, though, she would not have encountered Fried Okra!

After the nth iteration of just missing Da Bus while walking from one stop to the next or stopping for a short errand, a hungray RantWoman just gave up and succumbed to the blandishments of one of her favorite calorie hazards, Ezell's Chicken . RantWoman knows that fried food is bad for you. RantWoman sets foot in the place about once a year and even horrifies the super svelte exercise set who live or hold walking tours near the neighborhood location by suggesting they also set foot there once a year and that they, like RantWoman most certainly are allowed just to throw away the skin and all the grease it involves. It's a neighborhood business with a long history in the community. In addition to regular and spicy chicken, there is also the livers and gizards option.

Besides if you don't want chicken the coleslaw, baked beans, and even fluffy white dinner rolls just rock. Okay fluffy white dinner rolls are also a once a year treat and then you can go back to the whole grain, 9-grain, extra bran 10 kinds of seed colon-purifying norm which you will of course need after the chicken.

This trip RantWoman discovered the menu has been enhanced with whole kernel corn, apple pies, and the piece de resistance, fried okra. RantWoman loves okra. RantWoman usually just sautes it with a few tomatoes, taking care not to cook it long enough to turn the dish into total slime, unless making gumbo which actually is not in RantWoman's repertoire anyway.

RantWoman was dining at a slightly off hour so fried okra came with a 10-minute wait, but it was worth every second. The okra was young and small and crisp but not woody. The coating was the usual chicken coating and the 10-minute wait meant it was piping hot! RantWoman was sold though she admits next time she will both ask for ketchup and take a buddy to share with.