My grandma in East Texas would make us ham-hocks and okra for dinner sometimes. Didn't mind the pig-knees, but damn, I hate the slime of boiled okra.
Now, roll it in cornmeal and pan-fry it, I'm an okra-eating sonofabitch.
Now, roll it in cornmeal and pan-fry it, I'm an okra-eating sonofabitch.