After striking out at the grocery stores we frequent, Lara finally tracked down some okra at the farmer’s market in Arlington.
This called for a feast.
Lara makes the best fried okra on the planet. Hands down. Toss in some fresh hanover tomatoes, beans, grilled tuna and a nice cabernet sauvignon for a perfect summer meal.
This okra did not die in vain.
I love reading crime stories. Especially tales like this gem that features country music, a Super Walmart and a large man in overalls.
I only wish Jerry Reed were still with us to turn this into pure poetry. Like it deserves.
(Of course, the only thing I like better than crime stories is great satire. Make sure you click around a bit while you’re visiting the Country California site. Very nice.)
I thought this was an Onion headline when it popped up in my RSS reader. Truth. Stranger than fiction.
