Word: okra
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...Pickled okra in a martini is pretty awesome," Doherty says. Now, years into his pickling adventure, he's just as likely to be putting up tomato sauce or blueberry jam as cocktail onions. "I like the idea of eating foods that are less processed," he says...
Most of the chairs at the Prime Minister's table are empty now, and the long cloth is littered with the remains of a large early-evening repast: half-eaten bowls of lamb and okra, traces of hummus, a dented mound of rice. As he stirs three small, white tablets of artificial sweetener into a tear-shaped glass of tea, Ibrahim al-Jaafari describes the scolding he gave the Minister of the Interior that morning. A U.S. raid the day before had found evidence that Iraqi police were torturing detainees at a secret prison in Baghdad. Soon after...
...their families. He keeps his pantry well stocked with onions, garlic, ginger, fennel, curry and cayenne. And when his kids, now grown, head home for a visit, they phone in orders. "Dr. Moyo, my daughter who's an intern in child psychology, she loves fish-head stew and overripe okra. That's her thing," Moyo explains. "Then I have another daughter who wants Thanksgiving every day. In the summertime they expect all kinds of smoked fish. Catfish, trout, I'll smoke anything...
...year after her son's birth, Redmond inaugurated the Austin Farmers Market. On summer Saturdays an elementary school playground fills with stands selling collard greens, turnips and okra organically grown by African-American farmers in Kankakee County, south of Chicago. She and her husband Tracey also began growing vegetables in their backyard, a project that has expanded into a working farm on six vacant lots. Last year they grew 40,000 lbs. of produce...
...Maka, it is still too early to return to her store. She has spread a blanket on the ground under a market stall displaying her okra and onions. She has three young children and has lived her whole life in Tawila, but her husband works in Libya and she is determined to leave. "I cannot live here anymore," she says, "I am shamed. Will my husband want me when he returns?" For Maka, the question needs no answer. She says she will gather her children and cross the desert footpaths to Al Fashir...