Baby schmaby. There is bigger news around here.
I ate durian and liked it.
If you have never been near a durian, you do not know how monumental this is.
We have been in Singapore for sixteen months and while I have gotten used to the rotting smell, I just could not overcome it to enjoy the taste.
Even unopened it is banned from taxis, trains, hotels and hospitals. As Anthony Bourdain once said,
Your breath will smell as if you’d been French-kissing your dead grandmother.
He likes durian, and that’s one of the nicer descriptions. It is also not an exaggeration.
I have tried before. When Citrus and I were traveling through Borneo, I ordered durian cheesecake and had to leave it unfinished on the plate.
Unfinished cheesecake. There, I said it.
Elysia’s dad and grandmother were looking forward to durian on their trip to Singapore and it was their first purchase. They bought three, a high-quality grade for those who can tell the difference. It took a week for the smell to leave the car.
So, as the sailors say when telling a story of adventure:
THERE I WAS . . .
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This really brings home how big a durian is!
I can’t imagine. Unfinished cheesecake says it all.
My former boss brought us some durian candies. I don’t think anyone was able to eat them.
P.S. love your spice rack!