An ode to okra: Fried, boiled or pickled, this Southern staple is ready for picking and enjoying

... Oh okra's favored far and wide,

Oh you can eat it boiled or fried,

Oh either slick or crisp inside,

Oh I once knew a man who died

Without okra.

Little pepper-sauce on it,

Oh! I wan' it:

Okra.

From a "Song to Okra" 

by Roy Blount Jr. 

(Okravore.wordpress.com)

    Okra is related to hibiscus and cotton.