July 26, 2009

live blogging fresh okra gumbo

This cannot wait. On the stove, at this very minute, is a simmering pot of roux, okra (picked yesterday from my mom's garden), organic tomatoes--hold that thought, I've gotta go stir--farm onions, and garlic.

It is the very incarnation of what I grew up calling gumbo; Ryan just said, "I've never had a gumbo with tomato sauce in it." His version of gumbo looks like Mississippi mud and offers bits of crawdads and shrimp in every bite. My version of gumbo--the stuff my mom ladeled into our bowls on the summer dinner table without restraint--is chock-full of veggies and, to me, tastes like heaven.

It's still simmering. I'll fill you in very, very soon.

2 comments:

Stephanie N. said...

Sounds wonderful...

Candace Benad Wilson said...

When I moved out of the 76574 zip code and into the 78704 I was so confused when I was brought brown stuff when I ordered gumbo, I insisted that it should have been red and full of slimy okra. :) Love the stuff!