There’s nothing more to say about that except that while driving through Arkansas I stopped to get gas and I was delighted to find that in addition to selling fried chicken, they also had fried okra- my favorite! When I asked if that was indeed fried okra- it’s hard to be sure under all the breading- the lady confirmed and asked me if I wanted to have some- not buy it- but like we were friends and I was at her house and she would give me some because it looked good to me. Yes! (I mean, she charged me, but yes! Of course I will have that fried okra) and that, combined with an entire bag of cinnamon gummy bears, was lunch.