Pasta and Okra

Pasta and Okra
2 medium onions, chopped
4 cloves of garlic, minced
1 lb. okra, cut in 1/2" pieces, tops and tails removed
1 can of tomatoes
1/2 large jar of spaghetti sauce
3 c dried cheese-filled tortellini

Cook pasta according to package directions.

Cook onions in a small bit of oil until almost caramelized. Add garlic and cook both until browned. Add okra. Just before the okra gets slimey (about 2 minutes), add tomatoes and sauce. Reduce heat and simmer until okra is soft.

Mix vegetable mixture with pasta. Serve with grated mozzarella.

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