If someday in the very distant future I am blessed with a daughter, there's an ongoing list in my head of important things I will teach her.
I'll teach her to love Jesus more than anyone or anything else.
To cherish the little moments and be thankful.
To bake a cake.
To find good deals at the grocery store.
And of course, to fry up a perfect batch of okra.
I'll teach her how to pick ripe okra from the garden, twisting it off at the base, making sure it hasn't grown too large and become tough. She'll learn how to wash it, slice it, coat it in [gluten-free] flour, egg, then corn meal. Then she'll fry it up in hot oil until it's just golden brown. I'll make sure she knows she can sneak just enough bites to not be noticeable before serving it to hungry bellies.