Growing up, my Dad always had a massive garden. Even though we lived in a typical suburban neighborhood, each summer, the garden took up half the backyard. But you never heard us complain - fried okra, fresh from the garden? Are you kidding me? Heaven on a plate! Mama would dump them out of the deep fryer onto paper towels to sop up the grease, and my brothers and I would fight over who would sample the that garden goodness first. Then there were green beans, yellow squash, tomatoes, and even a watermelon or two.