I have a feeling I am going to get my Southern girl card revoked for posting this for world to see. ha!
My dad actually used to scold me every time I used the word hate. He always said I wasn't allowed to hate things, I could strongly dislike them. I'm blaming him for making this post difficult. There really is only one thing I can think of that I just absolutely hate.
And that is this:
Yes, I am a southern vegetarian and I hate okra. It is disgusting. Ironically, this is one of the only vegetables my husband will eat. If I come to your house and this is for dinner, I will not be polite and eat it. Even if yours is the best in the world. It won't happen. For the record, I have tried okra many times, many ways, and every time I gag and spit it out. I'm so pleasant. Okay, I'm done talking about okra now because I am for real grossed out.