Powerhouse Okra & Eggs Breakfast Recipe

It’s an Okra and Eggs Breakfast Kinda Day

This may sound gross to a lot of you, BUT… I put a big BUT in here because once you try it you just might love it! Know why? Over on my Stalking Your Fresh Okra Row  you can find all the great, powerhouse nutrients okra has for your body and mind.  And how much fun it is to grow and stalk this super-food okra! (Smile here)

I know it’s no longer summer, but I really wanted to share one of mine and Homie’s favorite, year-round, powerhouse, breakfasts, one that is probably not for everyone, but should be!

So, without further ado, for this great, powerhouse breakfast recipe, at a glance, you will need:

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  • 4 or 5 large eggs
  • 3 cups fresh or frozen okra—sliced
  • Salt
  • Pepper
  • ¼ cup olive oil
  • ¼ cup coconut oil
  • Whisk
  • Wooden spoon or spatula

So let’s start this quick and easy breakfast.

  1. Heat up your skillet (mine is stainless steel, but cast iron or non-stick will work) on medium heat until small droplets of water from your fingertips bead up in the hot pan and roll around.
  2. If you are using frozen okra, like me here, (from Homie’s summer garden) you will need a lid for the skillet. Not for fresh okra. (You’ll understand why as we go along here.)
  3. When the pan is hot (droplets of water beading up) put half the olive oil and half the coconut oil in. When the oils heat up, (little “waves” in the oil will appear) carefully pour the frozen okra in the hot oil and quickly clamp the lid on and give the pan a little shake back and forth so the okra doesn’t stick. I love super-foods!

    RED HOT TIP: The steam this creates, trapped by the lid, will quickly thaw the okra and begin cooking it. Steam your super-food okra for about 2 minutes, shaking the pan several more times

  4. Take the lid off and lay aside. Here, pinch the salt and pepper, to salt and pepper to taste. Here you can add other ingredients you may like. I sometimes sprinkle a pinch of dried rosemary, red pepper flakes, and even some finely diced onion for an even healthier super-food okra and egg breakfast. I have even added pre-fried sausage for some extra protein. The sky’s the limit folks! Turn the heat down to simmer and with a spatula or wooden spoon slowly sauté your super-food okra for 10 to 12 minutes until okra is tender. 
  5. If okra is fresh, not frozen, when the oil is first heated, pour in the sliced okra, season with pinches of salt and pepper, plus other ingredients of your choice. Turn your heat down to simmer and begin to sauté gently until tender; about 15 minutes or so.  

    RED HOT TIP: You may be able to use less oil with your non-stick or cast iron skillet. It seems to me to take more oil for my stainless steel. If anyone has any tips on this, please leave in the comments section! Would love to hear from you.

  6. At this point, you can start another skillet for your scrambled eggs or use the same one, as I do. With my stainless steel, I have to turn my okra out onto a plate, wash the pan, and then heat it back up to keep the eggs from sticking where the okra slightly stuck to the pan. Old timey way: Growing up here on the farm/ homestead, we shoved the sauted okra to one side of the cast iron skillet, put in some extra oil (adjust to how many eggs you use), let it heat, and then poured in the whisked eggs to scramble. As we cooked the whisked eggs, we incorporated our super-food okra (we did not understand okra as a super-food back then) right into the eggs. Wah lah! All done in one pan; you might want to try your skills at this, because it does take a little skill to do it this way. With a non-stick pan, you could possibly do the same, or turn the okra out on a plate and then begin to scramble your eggs without washing the pan in between, since nothing sticks to non-stick. (pun intended! ha ha)
  7. When my stainless steel pan is hot again (water beading up), I then put in the rest of the oils and heat them until the little waves ripple very softly and quietly across my oil.
  8. Now whisk the eggs. You can put in a dollop of milk or half-n-half here if you like. I sometimes do. Pinch the salt and pepper to taste, whisking them in.

     Pour the eggs into the hot oil. When the eggs bubble up around the edges, take your spatula and slid the eggs to one side letting the runny part run out and cover the bottom on the pan. Now, take your powerhouse, super-food okra and slid them into the cooking eggs. Slid the eggs and okra around again and begin flipping the eggs over and over incorporating the okra neatly into the eggs until the eggs look done. This only takes a minute or so. It happens very quickly.

  9. Now you have a powerhouse, super-food breakfast of okra and eggs!

eggs in pan

Enjoy them alone, or with butter-fried toast, which is my favorite. Eat your delicious, nutritious, powerhouse, super-food breakfast with your favorite toast, biscuits, bacon, sausage, jelly and jams. Here, Homie and I ate it alongside coffee, probiotic cabbage, and a little local honey. Since my brother has bees, I have some great, local honey! Aren’t I the lucky one, right?

This is such a great, powerhouse recipe for a great breakfast meal! Can you tell I’m kinda in love with the powerhouse, super-food vegetable called okra, that some say originated in Africa, and is a member of the hibiscus family? It is so great. Here, me and Homie ate on on my “Della” china! (Really, it’s name is “Della”.)

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From my kitchen to yours, happy eating, and have fun with okra!

With love, from Romance & The Homestead,



Do You Think Your Little Ray of Sunshine Could Change the World?

And a Small Child Shall Lead Them

Having childlike faith is not always easy, but it is possible with the right inspiration!

I got my inspiration from our granddaughter as she grew in the first year of her little life with us. Of course, I shared it with Homie (Boyce) first because I was so excited by this new revelation!

Now, I want to put it in writing form and share it with you all!

Before our granddaughter, Boyce and I always prayed for our children. When they became teenagers and began dating, we started praying for our grandchildren too. This may seem strange, since we didn’t have any at this point. But looking around us in today’s culture where children were born outside the boundaries of God’s perimeters, the ones He set in the beginning with the first marriage of a man and a woman, Adam and Eve, to single moms and even single dads, worried us.

From our own teenage days, we understood how children wanted to be accepted by the culture they were growing in.  In this culture, I’ve known single girls as young as 13 begin having babies with different fathers. This wasn’t accepted as the norm in mine and Boyce’s day.  Most of the people we knew were married, for better or for worse, before children.

This is no judgment from me on anyone because I know I’m just a sinner saved by grace, like everyone else.

My testimony and revelation today that I am sharing with you are not about that, but about our granddaughter!had 2

Boyce and I prayed for our children that they would not have children until they married and were ready.  The years went by and finally they were married, but we had been praying for our grandchildren all that time too; so many prayers.

I was with my daughter and son-in-law when our granddaughter was born. I saw her lifted up the minute she came into our world and the doctor laid her on her mommy’s tummy. When she was face to face with her mommy, she smiled. Read More

Cry Me a Foggy River of Grief: My Lesson in the Spirit of Grief

Can Jesus truly wipe every tear that we cry?

Grief…is a hard thing to bear. The fog that the Spirit of Grief causes can be so painful that it will debilitate you if you are not careful. How am I acquainted with this Spirit of Grief? Well, let’s just say that foggy, painful spirit came to visit me one day unexpectedly, rushing in and overpowering me in just a few moments, taking over my life and my family’s lives.

It was a Saturday, much like any other Saturday, and me and my family were doing our usual Saturday stuff: cleaning, laundry, lounging about the house, and basically taking our languid, hot and humid, last days of summer for granted. Little did we know our lives were about to change forever; mine in a huge way!

My family and I had lived next to Momma, and had for a number of years. Saturday morning was her spa day where she went to her family friend, she had know most of her life, for her hair appointment: cut, wash, and set. And Momma more than deserved it. But this morning Momma’s car had not moved. I kept watching it, wondering why Momma hadn’t left. My oldest brother, who recently had open heart surgery, came to do his walking, as he periodically walked around the farm for his health.

Then it happened! The phone rang. I picked it up. My sister in law came on the line, upset. She told me my brother was at Momma’s house. He found her on the floor. Immediately gasping in fear, I ran and found them. On the heels of that, it began…the Spirit of Grief.

The doctor’s diagnosis: a heart attack, a stroke, and very little chance of recovery.

That is when the Spirit of Grief took over my life. I can’t tell you how devastating this was to me…and all of us. We are a large family. Seven brothers and sisters with children and grandchildren began to mourn.

I’m gonna be real here. The pain was so terrible that I cried and “snotted” up so many of my husbands shirts, in a fog of debilitating grief. He never complained, just held me when I cried. He didn’t know anything else to do…and there wasn’t anything else he could.

After her funeral, I began to cry every day. The spirit of grief took over my life. My husband and my children had to listen to me sobbing morning and night. It was horrible. Somewhere inside of me, I knew I was grieving, not just the end of Momma’s life here on earth, and I would never see her again, but the end of our family and the familiar way we loved it and viewed life. All we knew was the way it had always been. Now, it would never be the same. Our family, in many ways, would drift apart since Momma wasn’t there, our matron, our linchpin that held us all together.

There would be no familiar family dinners, people in and out of her house, hanging around, gossiping, laughing, watching grandchildren grow together. Thanksgiving, Christmas, wonderful days of love, fellowship, and closeness around her and her “table of life,” was gone. We would all have to learn a new way of life…and it would be difficult.

Every day I went to my job. Afterwards, on the way home, I would cry all the way there, in a fog, barely seeing the road, not caring if anyone saw me. I had to drive by Momma’s house to get to mine. I prayed so hard for the Lord to help me make it through. If he didn’t help me, I would not. I tried so hard to be strong, suck it up, but I couldn’t, and didn’t understand why. My heart broke every day; a river of tears poured out. Debilitating grief seemed to control me. This went on for months. For months I could not bear to think about Momma, my heart was so heavy, gripped in painful fog the Spirit of Grief brought with it. It was torture. My memories tainted with it. Grief is like a toxic weed in the garden of our happy memories.

fog of grief

But then, my tears became less as I did not cry every day. At the end of a year, my tears dried up. That painful fog, Spirit of Grief seemed to have lifted. Here, I want to tell you all how grateful, truly thankful to the Lord I am for letting me cry a river of tears for that year. My husband held me outwardly, but Jesus held me inwardly. Afterwards, I was still sad, missed her, and missed sitting on the front porch with her rocking and talking. She was salt of the earth.

What did I learn about the Spirit of Grief?

When you lose someone, you don’t have to get stuck in grief. Grief becomes a liar, a lying spirit. It tells you you have to keep it, the egregious Spirit of Grief. It says, “I’ll keep you connected to your lost loved one. Unless you use me–Grief–everyone will think you never really loved them.” Grief says, “In remembering your loved one, you have to remember them through me. I connect you. I, and I alone, can keep them alive in you, even though it is painful.”

I’m here to kick Grief in the shins! It is a lying spirit!

After crying that year, I stopped. For awhile, when I thought of Momma, I didn’t feel anything. It was strange, and I didn’t understand it. After awhile, I realized God had given me peace about Momma. This takes awhile to get to know and understand, this strange peace. A few years past. My memories of Momma began to be bright, joy filled, and a sheer pleasure. No more pain when I remembered her. Grief, that hateful, foggy, lying spirit, was gone. It could no more painfully taint my memories of Momma and our family, as we once were.

My love and joy now, now fortified in God’s peace, connected me to Momma, Daddy, my brothers, sisters, and all the grands. My memories are a true treasure, not the grief riddled ones of that whole year of crying. I realized my tears and tear ducts were there for a reason. I cried me a river of that Spirit of Grief right out of me. So, if you have lost people you love, just cry yourself a river. Pray for God to help you overcome the painful, foggy Spirit of Grief so you can remember your lost loved ones with love and joy, not through the painful, foggy, lying Spirit of Grief that only wants to taint your memories of them through pain.

When I cried, Jesus began wiping my tears until he had wiped them all.

It was a painful, yet wonderful lesson this tough, southern girl learned. Crying can be cleansing! Don’t suck it up! Cry yourself a river! I cried me a river! It saved me from the Spirit of Grief and always remembering my Momma, and the way we were, through a foggy pain.

I hope you enjoyed this. I hope it will help you as you deal with, and heal from the foggy, painful, and debilitating Spirit of Grief. It is my wish, my desire, that you let Jesus love you and wipe every tear you cry if you are in a journey through grief and pain. Through Jesus, I found a light at the end of the foggy, painful, tunnel-like Spirit of Grief. I sincerely hope you can come to know His love and healing too.

Be blessed in the Lord! And don’t forget to leave me your thoughts in the comment section. I would love to hear from you. Go to the contact page and follow me if you would like to receive my “once a month” inspirational thoughts about life, love, and romance from the homestead.

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From Romance and the Homestead,


Do You Have a B.C./A.D.Kind of Christian Life?

In John 15:5 Jesus said, “I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me, and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me, you can do nothing.”

grape cluster

We need to grow and mature to become a branch strong enough to produce fruit and hold it in place to ripen and be available for food. Now, the life of a Christian can be a long one, or a short one, but no matter, we are still grafted into him, and as such, our time here is in Jesus and he in us.

So, in Jesus, as a Christian, do you have a B.C./A.D. kind of life?

If you don’t know or remember what that is, as the term is very seldom used these days, because a lot of people are trying to avoid the name of Jesus, admitting he is the son of God, what A.D. and B.C. mean, here is a shortened version of it.

A.D. stands for anno domini, Latin for “in the year of our Lord,” and specifically refers to the birth of Jesus Christ. “B.C.” stands for “before Christ.” The B.C. years before Christ was born are counted backwards starting with 1, and the years after his birth are counted forward.

In the early Middle Ages, there was a problem when to celebrate Easter. In A.D. 325, they decided it would fall on the first Sunday of the full moon following the spring equinox. But then in A.D. 525 a monk, Dionysius Exiguus created the A.D. system around Jesus Christ. And it began to take hold from there until now.

And isn’t it a parallel to what our lives as Christians should be? Read More

From Pollen to Perfection

The Perfect Food That Never Runs Out

Consider the lilies… They don’t toil, but God grows them and clothes them in beauty.

In considering that God’s creation is behind every cycle of life, I often think on these scriptures, written in RED, meaning Jesus spoke them.

Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Luke 12:27 (KJV)

In considering the lilies, we have to go deeper than their perfection. What else does the lily have? Smell? Yes. The pleasure of their beauty? Yes. Do they have something greater…pollen?

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Homestead lily

Jesus said for us to consider the lily. It neither toils nor spins, and yet God provides the lily a season: the right conditions to grow, good soil, water, and sunshine. Happily it shoots its green blades up and out. Next, the stem bolts up, and the bud forms on top. Lastly, in the cup of their blooming splendor, perfection, lies the crumbly purity of yellowish pollen. The wind swirls down into that cup of beauty, pollen moves up and out into the air. The bees dive into its cup for perfect pollen, collect it, and take it to their hives, their homes, and turn it into perfect food, honey, a perfect food that does not go bad.

Wow! Let us consider the lilies more deeply now, and parallel it with the fact that without pollen food can’t grow. So, pollen is auspiciously linked to our food and the bees’ food; plus, food for the rest of life here on earth.

Consider the lilies… Jesus is telling us to think about the lilies, how they grow and are much more than beautiful characters in their environment. Think on how they interact with that environment. Lilies are not just perfectly beautiful and unworried, but they serve a much greater purpose. They freely, with an open cup, serve up pollen for their environment. Pollen is life from within. A necessary ingredient for perfection.

In considering the lilies….from pollen to perfection, which is honey, I am reminded of another perfect food: manna, the pure food of the Bible, and what it too stands for…life. What is that one perfect ingredient for life? Read More

Heartbreak on the Homestead

It was a true tragedy….

Homie and I mourned the loss…

It was our dream life, me and Homie. We wanted our own farm. Both of us had grown up in farming communities, not just our farming families. When my daddy died, he left me some acres. So, we took the kids and moved back to my home farm. We had jobs, so we had no desire to farm, per se. What we did want to do was garden. So, it started out as sweet fun: chickens, 4 Chihuahuas, and the 4-Square Farm! (At this point, three of my sisters jointly owned the farm with me.) After my mom died, we divided it up and I named my share, The Jake & Jewel Homestead, after my hardworking parents who took a piece of land with nothing on it and built it into a sustainable farm where they raised seven children. Since then, I’ve shared, off and on, pics of the Chihuahuas, chickens, the homestead, flowers, plants, and of course HadPoo, our granddaughter after she came into the picture. 

However, sadly, last year, heartbreak happened on the homestead.

For you to understand, I have to introduce our four furry friends. Opie, our blond, male Chihuahua we rescued from a lady who was sick with brain cancer and wanted a good home for him, a new puppy she had received from well meaning family. Then Shea, our tawny and black gal, whom we also rescued from a friend whose children could not take care of her due to their sad circumstances.


Opie and Shea had their first litter of four. We fell in love. Homie and I kept two, Diamond Pistol Pete, a black and white firecracker, and Pretty Girl Pearl, a long haired gray, black, and white beauty.  Our daughter took one, Topaz Bella, a beautiful copper colored little girl. And our son and his wife took the smut black and brown boy, Onyx, shortened to Onnie, the sweet one.


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We had no had no want for more puppies, but life happens. Mysteriously–tongue in cheek here–at this time, both Pearl and Shea came up pregnant at the same time. And both fled the safety of our home and had their babies under one storage building. We waited for the babies to get big enough to come out, because, you see, the building was too low for any human to crawl beneath.

So we waited, never having seen even one puppy, only heard them mewing.

That day, the day of heartbreak, we didn’t know what was happening. About midday Shea began to bring puppies through the doggy door of our back door. One at the time, she frantically rolled them out from beneath the shed and lugged the fat babies in. We placed a sheet down for her. It took her a few hours as we watched her, even helping a few times. Soon we realized she was not only bringing her pups, which were a week younger than Pearl’s, but she was also bringing in Pearl’s pups as well. When she had brought all six pups in, she nestled in with them.

We went looking for Pearl, couldn’t find her. Later, she came up, and then fell over, wounded. Our Pearl Girl was attacked by something—what we’re not sure—but thought, at the time, it was someone in the neighborhood’s bigger dog who came into our yard. (We have seen them on the loose.) Pearl, the good, protective mommy that she was, probably rushed out barking, in her high-pitched bark—one that could almost break glass—to defend her pups, as she was ever the first responder/guard dog for the place. Sadly, she passed over the great divide and into that green meadow under the watchful eye of the Lord.

Now this precious little face, with those bright eyes and smile, will no longer romp around the homestead. She will no longer want to be the first to get a snack, jump into our laps, and keep scooting her head up to be able to give us a wet doggy kisses.
We all miss her so much, our little Squirrel-ly Pearly…

We were all heartbroken…

But that’s not the end of the story!! Read More

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Fellow Christians, is the Bible Your Friend? Do You Read It?

As a believer, is Satan, (named by God to be “Adversary”) attacking you? misleading you? tempting you?

Is it important you read the Bible every chance you get?

Jesus thought so, and gave us the perfect example as to why when he faced our Adversary, Satan.

Listen…or read it yourself… Matthew 4:1-11. When he was in the wilderness praying, fasting, and after 40 days Satan came to him to tempt him. Now, don’t think Jesus didn’t already have power over Satan, because he did.

Read Matthew 28:18 KJV, And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, “All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth.”

Jesus allowed this temptation for our sake, for a witness unto us to show what we can do through him and the written word. During each test, temptation, Jesus said to Satan, “It is written…”

It is written: wrote down to read. Jesus used the “written” word to win each temptation, and commanded Satan to leave him with it.

GOOD NEWS! We can use the written word to do the same. It is our weapon, as we, the church. We need to pick the Bible up, read it, and learn how to use what is written in it too. Just as you would learn how to use a sword to defend yourself from an enemy attacking your physical life in the natural. But this sword is SUPERNATURAL and used from the spirit via our tongues. Read More