A Summer’s Crop
April 5th, 2007 by 
Steven Gould
Over at Wonderoom, Mirrorneuron recalls spending a summer on an organic farm at age 19.
I learned many things that summer. I learned that my favorite part of the day really is first thing in the morning, even if I do hate getting up. I learned that I enjoy nude sunbathing as long as there are no helicopters flying overhead (nevermind Google Earth). I learned that organic farming is a pain in the ass, but also a feast for the senses, and the soul. Finally, I learned that if you accidently drop burning cinders into a huge, well established compost pile it can burn a pretty blue color for days and days and days.
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6 Comments »
April 5th, 2007 at 3:13 pm
Nifty! MirrorNeuron, I like it. Everything, that is, but the okra.
April 6th, 2007 at 3:29 am
Okra is great when it’s just chopped up in gumbo. My friend from Ivory Coast tells me the name gumbo is what they call okra itself, there – and brought me some his mom made the traditional way. They grind it up and boil it – and it tastes great, but the texture puts mucus to shame. It takes great gag reflex supression for a weak-willed Westerner to eat it.
April 6th, 2007 at 10:23 am
Can’t do it. Just looking at it makes me gag.
April 6th, 2007 at 10:56 am
Fried okra, pickled okra, yummmmmmmmmmmmmm.
April 6th, 2007 at 11:05 am
Oooh. Ick. I’m a Texan and we’re supposed to like okra, but it creeps me out. It’s got hair. Ick!
April 6th, 2007 at 2:33 pm
You and me, Stevie. Fried in cornmeal, tasty in gumbo, pickled in salad … yum. Used to grow it in my gardens in New Mexico. Of course, my family ate okra when I was a child. Also, as someone once charged, I -am- a rather adventurous eater.