re: Vieanna Sausages: Any of you brave souls eat them?

Gris this is a no shittum little tale from TippyToe. There was a mother who had her adult son living with her, he taught at Nicholls and had a Masters in whatever. The man had never learned squat about cooking. She took a trip and left the son on his own for a few days. She told him that he could smother some of the okra in the backyard garden. He went outside and picked some of the stuff using a brown paper bag, he then went back to the house. He used butchers twine to tightly bind the top of the bag. He walked into the kitchen a few hours later and was astounded that the okra hadn't died from the process.