Post #1803911
2026-04-23 11:54 UTC
@erikcats I believe you about the yield. One of my childhood friends had a plum tree and we would run from the opposite side of the garden, yell 'vrot* plums!!!' and then attempt to barefoot ski through the slimy, rotting plums under the tree without faceplanting into them.
Horrified admiration is how I view my childhood self.
*rotten, it's an Afrikaans word that is firmly part of South African English.
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@Thebratdragon@mastodon.scot 2026-04-23 11:57
@GinevraCat @erikcats I look back at some of the things I did in my childhood and wonder why my parents didn't drink heavuly!
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@erikcats@dice.camp 2026-04-23 14:17
@GinevraCat it might not surprise you that i new immediately what you meant by VROT. Anyway, my Czech ex-girlfriend grew up in a house with a massive plum tree in the back of the garden and when summer came she and her brother always had to pick up the plums so their dad could bring them to an uncle to make slivovice Which is stereotypical but very true. They used to call the tree the modry pekel, 'blue hell' as the work was backbreaking and never-ending