Weather whiplash, rock-paper-scissors romance, a French “duck,” and two stone giraffes on a wine shelf. “We are live. Good morning, Fruit.” “Good morning.” “Are we live? Come on.” “Yes, we are live.” “Hooray. We are live. Episode… uh… 30—” “35.” “I got it right! 35. Yes. Bingo. I checked it three days ago.” And just…
“And we are live.” Not just live—alive.Alive with enthusiasm, slightly too much caffeine, and that familiar sense that something meaningful might happen… or we might just end up talking about cows in the street and Grade 1 maths again. Which, honestly, is kind of the point. The hills are alive.The sound of music is playing…
We were “live”… after gassing on for an hour beforehand. Classic. Episode 33 opens with that familiar kitchen-table reality: the clock is ticking, Fruitloop has to be out of the house in about an hour(ish), and Mayor Frank is still recovering from last week’s “massive meltdown” where he walked out of the studio because life…
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…
