Episode 31 of Peeling Potatoes opens the way this podcast often does: with the delicious illusion that Fruitloop and the Mayor haven’t spoken since “last time,” when in reality they’ve basically been in each other’s pockets all through Christmas, New Year, and the in-between bits. The greeting is ceremonial, the friendship is real, and the…
Alright.Deep breath.Kettle on.Pull up a chair. What follows is not a cleaned-up transcript.It’s not minutes.It’s not “content”. The Mayor & Fruitloop, December 2025 Fruitloop is guzzling something when we start.The Mayor squints at the screen. “Water?”“Yes.”“It’s 20 to 12 over there.”“Yes.”“Bit early for a drink, isn’t it?”“A little bit.”“A little bit.”“And only one cup of…
A Peeling Potatoes dispatch from the kitchen table, with dogs barking, socks showing, and big things said accidentally There are podcasts that open with slick jingles and confident certainty. And then there is Peeling Potatoes. This one opens with:“Are we live?”“Yes.”“We are live.”Dogs barking. Weather comparisons. Someone overslept. Someone didn’t. Nobody knows what episode number…
On a grey European morning in early December, Frank sits in his study, winter pressing against the window. On the screen in front of him, South African sunshine filters through Janita’s voice. It’s Peeling Potatoes, Episode 28 — the kind of global conversation that could only belong to Brida: one person wrapped in a thick…
A soft morning, two time zones, one conversation about… people. “We are live… and alive.”With those words, Peeling Potatoes Episode 27 opens—not with drama, nor with cleverness, but with a quiet joy. Frank is finally back home after a whirlwind photographic odyssey in South Korea. Janita is still glowing from the familiar hum of her…
Potatoes in Seoul. By the time the recording light blinks on, Frank has already climbed a mountain, nearly melted his lips on ceremonial tea, and discovered that even in one of the world’s most connected cities, you can feel strangely disconnected. He’s in Seoul, South Korea, sitting at a borrowed desk in the apartment of…
Fridays, live. Two chairs. One clock. And a running joke about who’s keeping score. Janita calls it an obligation; Frank calls it trust. Between those two words is the whole temperament of Peeling Potatoes — mischievous, generous, and brave enough to put tenderness on the table. This episode is billed as a “generational war,” but…
It’s barely light where Frank is—Cleebourg mornings come on grey and slow—and yet the conversation clicks on like a lamp in a kitchen. “And we are live,” he says, twice for luck, while Fruitloop (Janita) laughs on the other end of the line. Between them lies a continent, a generation, and a shared project of…
There’s a particular electricity to conversations that begin with a laugh and end with a long, reflective sigh—the kind you’d overhear at a sunlit table where coffee cools and the world briefly makes sense. This week’s Peeling Potatoes lands exactly there: a final episode in a month-long exploration of “life,” recorded across continents by Frank…
There’s something about hearing Janita’s voice when she speaks about Kruger National Park — it’s not nostalgia, exactly. It’s reverence. A kind of quiet ache that lingers long after the unpacking is done and the last mountain of laundry remains untouched. In this latest episode of Peeling Potatoes, Frank and Janita reconnect after her family…
