Every summer we would go through the same thing. My mom wanted to eat the plums green off the tree, my dad would say leave them for lavashak. Me and my brother would eat the plums juicy and ripe just because we had them, my dad would say leave them for lavashak. The plums would get heavy and fall to the ground and we would think they're no good and try to throw them away. Of course there was my dad "those are the BEST for lavashak". If I could go to that plum tree every year and take those plums off the ground I would. I've never tasted a plum like that ever again.
