Durian: A Spiked Ball full of Pudding

Durio zibethinus

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In Malasia, the Selangor Sakai believe/d the moon to be an island of fruit trees laying in wait for the dead [4]. And being an important fruit among them, the durian tree doubtlessly stands proud in the moongroves of their ancestors. While it may be hard stitch images of a fruit jungle and a lunar landscape together, it must be equally difficult to understand how a fruit with an odor so widely described as sickening could possibly be celebrated. Well, in the land of incongruities, durian is a tenured king.

Dressed in viciously sharp spikes, the durian has a rare and troubling distinction as being both a culinary delicacy and a potential murder weapon.

Open the durian carefully, and you will find what look like cream colored lungs lying prostrate in a giant spiked walnut husk. In that moment — if you subdue your urges to scream — you may be at once asked by the fruit to listen with your nose and smell with your tongue what small heavens God wrought here on Earth in the strangest of hiding places.

Or, you know…. EWWWWWW!!!!! IT SMELLS LIKE TRASH AND ONIONS!!!!!

Having spent a week sampling the durian daily, I’ve come to adore it as a kindly and generous old saint. I believe it deserves a bit more reverence.

Soo…

Welcome to the realm of durian. All hail the King of Fruits.

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By: Kevin Healey

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