While talking with my best friend on the phone tonight, the conversation turned to food allergies and veggies we won’t eat. We had been discussing her backyard garden – tomatoes, peppers, basil, and eggplant – and she asked if I’m still allergic to eggplant. It’s true I don’t go out of my way to buy and cook it, but no, the itchy mouth syndrome I experienced as a kid seems to have faded in adulthood. “But I won’t eat okra,” I stated. “I hate all those seeds and the gelatinous stuff holding them in.” She told me a few interesting things: one, frying the okra tends to dry up the gelatinous stuff inside; and two, that very mucilage is used as a binder in certain types of Japanese papermaking. She’s an artist who works in paper, among other media, and knows these things. I mean, how did people figure this stuff out? I know the fable that says a silkworm fell into an empress’ cup of hot tea and thus unraveled its treasure; but who first brought a tub of okra into the studio and started experimenting?

The real reason I don’t care for okra has to do with a particularly graphic scene from a film we were shown in elementary school – some rainforest denizen sliced open a big lizard and all these reptilian eggs spilled out. Sliced seedy okra looks just the same as sliced eggy lizard. I actually will eat okra if offered, just to be polite, but I always think of lizard eggs.