Just recently Stray, Lani and I met up with fellow blogger, Catherine, at Hugh and his lovely wife, Khun Pikun's, home. It was a real treat to meet each other in the flesh and in such hospitable surrounds...the evening went far too fast.
I can't remember if it was before or after I'd finished stuffing myself silly with delicious Northern Thai food, that the topic of durian fruit arose.
Durian fruit has sort of haunted me since we started travelling throughout Asia. Smelling it, before passing it, in the streets. Chuckling at the 'NO Durian allowed' signs on the back of hotel doors...it's always been on the 'must try that one day' list.
I was quite encouraged (almost excited) by the positive comments durian received during our conversation that night and the next morning Stray and I stepped out into the corridor of our hotel, only to smell durian...a sign?
Khun K collected me that same day for a trek through Carrfour department store and there sat a mountain of durian. On advice I went straight for the real thing, nothing whimpy like durian flavoured ice cream, and picked up a pre-peeled sealed packet of segments, not a whole fruit.
Not what I'd call the cheapest fruit on offer, these four morsels were priced at 65 Baht. And, as the description I'd read on the Internet years ago, 'tasting like a cross between onion and cat p**s', ran through my mind, they were lucky to make it into the shopping trolley.
A good fifteen minutes later the aroma was wafting through Khun K's car, even though it was safely contained in its sealed packet, inside a plastic shopping bag within the dark depths of the trunk!..and it was not a hot day.
Later than evening I surprised Stray with our exotic culinary adventure. This is just after his first bite. Sorry Stray!
He looks like he's dry reaching, because I believe he is. But, amazingly he kept eating it. So all of the wonderful things I'd heard about durian must be true? I chose the smallest portion and took a bite and I must say it had a creamy, luxurious, silky texture...and if weren't for the overpowering taste of onion (I can't vouch for the cat pee thing) and stench, it would have been heavenly.
Stray's verdict? "Now get it out of here".
And like onions can and do, the durian experience was repeated all night long!
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