portmanteaux & other noises

We are, in this household, quite fond of the millenial (anglosphere?) pursuit of saying two words, pausing, and then smooshing them together.

This means that several plum just emanated from the kitchen, followed shortly thereafter by ... sum? and then, with great satisfaction, sum.

I, meanwhile, am still pleased about one of my utterances from a few weeks ago, while cooking a stirfry. Oh no, I said, in some dismay: floorgette.[1]

Which was also particularly satisfying because it made a truly resounding plap, that being also the noise of the pigeons waddling industriously around on the patio.

[1] floor + courgette