The Durian season is upon us and feasting was in order since we were on a foodie trip in Penang. We drove around not quite sure where to go. E from missus C’s reverie actually suggested to head to Balik Palau and attempt getting the durians there. But friends weren’t keen on the drive up to Balik Palau so we basically just drove around town to see where we could stop for durians. We did eventually stopped over at Lorong Susu at a roadside durian store to get our durian fix.
In case you’re wondering what’s durian? Well here’s what I found on Wikipedia:
Widely known and revered in southeast Asia as the “king of fruits”, the durian is distinctive for its large size, unique odour, and formidable thorn-covered husk. The fruit can grow as large as 30 centimetres (12 in) long and 15 centimetres (6 in) in diameter, and it typically weighs one to three kilograms (2 to 7 lb). Its shape ranges from oblong to round, the colour of its husk green to brown, and its flesh pale yellow to red, depending on the species.
The edible flesh emits a distinctive odour, strong and penetrating even when the husk is intact. Some people regard the durian as fragrant; others find the aroma overpowering and offensive. The smell evokes reactions from deep appreciation to intense disgust, and has been described variously as almonds, rotten onions, turpentine and gym socks. The odour has led to the fruit’s banishment from certain hotels and public transportation in Southeast Asia.
Hope you enjoyed the little crash course on durian. Not sure if it’s everyone’s cup of tea. It certainly isn’t the Man’s fave fruit but he does take one or two pieces every 2 years. Apparently, he’s got a quota and he doesn’t exactly like using up the quota unnecessarily on bad durians.
Don’t ask me to describe the taste for honestly, you either love it or hate it on first bite. The little sis is the only other rare exception to this. Mummy used to eat loads of durian when she was pregnant with the little sis, we all thought she would be borne a natural durian lover. This clearly wasn’t the case. At aged 3, she would spit out the fruit when we tried to pinch a little and let her have a taste. I guess as she grew older, Mummy was worried about her being the odd one out in the family that didn’t like the fruit so she implemented a system. For every piece of durian she were to consume, her piggy bank would be $x richer. I guess it worked for the little sis is now a convert!
Happy campers feasting heartily on our durians.
This was meal number 3 for the day and I was already feeling bloated.. sigh.. the pic don’t lie.
After this feast, can you believe that the friends still had space for KFC? I kid you not! We then drove to the nearest KFC and they happily had a piece of KFC chicken just because it taste so much better in Malaysia compared to the ones we get back in Singapore. Well, I kinda have to agree. ;p