Backstory: We visited my grandmother a week or two ago. She has lived in the same house since World War II, a bungalow surrounded by lush garden which my green-thumbed uncle spends most of his time looking after, when he isn’t fishing. There was a pile of fruits on the table from their kedongdong tree. My grandmother urged Alec to try one. He loved it within one bite, later spent a good deal of time out in the garden with my uncle looking at the tree, and my grandmother happily pressed him to take a couple more fruits home.
This isn’t exactly a laugh-out-loud Alecdote, but I’m sharing it just so people understand what I have to go through. Some women get laugh lines when they get old. The wrinkles on my face will be somewhat more complex.
Me, looking at pile of kedongdongs on kitchen counter: Why haven’t you eaten these up yet?
Alec: I’m going to plant them!
Me: You what??! Where, in our balcony? They’ll take like five years to bear fruit!
Alec: You people always say I should plant stakes in this country, right?
Alec: Are they really called kedonkadonks?