I’ve tackled the beast.

Last night, after many last-minute copouts and months of wanting to but not daring, I finally bought a small pack of Durian meat. What is a Durian, I hear you say? Durian is the name of a local fruit (pictured below). Its spiky exterior does a very good job of protecting the innocent fruit lover from it’s very distinguishable perfume, or rather, horrible, horrible smell. When I picked it up in the shop the odour reminded me of a smelly cheese; when I had a closer sniff at home it appeared to resemble feces. A large amount of feces.

It took me several minutes to overcome my disgust and put the yellowish-white piece of fruit flesh into my mouth. It had the texture of an aubergine, with the flavour resembling a weak taste of mango with a nutty edge. Not the worst taste, but unlike many elderly people (apparently), I didn’t quite get addicted to it.

So even though I hadn’t found a new favourite snack, I was reasonably pleased with myself at finally having tackled the challenge of stomaching (and smelling!) a durian.

Had to throw out the rest of it though- stank out the fridge!

Frohe Ostern, Happy Easter and Easter Kuai Le!

Nadine

The smell of death!

Happy Easter everyone!