Daniel has always been my kid that likes to cook. Before he went away to college we used to watch several different cooking shows regularly. After he went away I had to stop watching those shows because it made me too sad to watch them without him. He didn’t do much cooking when he was at school unless you count microwaving ramen noodles. So the other day, after working all day, he decided to needed to stop by an Asian grocery store on the way home and buy a durian (I do not know what goes through that boys head.) Not an inexpensive fruit he shelled out $10 for the massive thing.
Anyone who watches Andrew Zimmern’s show Bizarre Foods, knows that this is 1 of only 3 foods from around the worlds that made him throw up and he eats some really nasty stuff. He compares the taste to “completely rotten, mushy onions.” Anthony Bourdain, a lover of durian, relates his encounter with the fruit as thus: “Its taste can only be described as…indescribable, something you will either love or despise. …Your breath will smell as if you’d been French-kissing your dead grandmother.”
Here’s some more info from Wikipedia: 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. The odour has led to the fruit’s banishment from certain hotels and public transportation in southeast Asia.
Which is why Daniel is cutting up the fruit outside, on the back porch.
I am one of those people that find the smell to cause “intense disgust” so much so that my gag reflex was acting up, my stomach was turning and it was making me salivate (and not in a good way.) Daniel seemed to be able to move past the smell to the point that it didn’t bother him (at least that’s what he said, I don’t believe him.)
When you cut into it, it has these strange pods that you can scrape the custard-like fruit off of.
It was quite the messy procedure:
Lucky us we ended up with quite a large bowl of this disgusting fruit. Which he then wanted to put inside in my refrigerator. Daniel tried to appease me by telling me that fruit was naturally organic since it grows 80-165 ft in the sky and nothing can penetrate its prickly shell. He then found a recipe online (coincidentally, from a RAW food blog that I follow) for Durian Ice Cream, ooh yum, NOT!
So while I was gone to my art class he proceeded to make the durian ice cream, in the kitchen. Which led to several arguments between Dan and Daniel about the smelly fruit. Daniel has become quite defensive of the odiferous substance.
While the ice cream looks pretty good and tastes ok it still smells rank, which completely ruins the taste for me.
Daniel is trying to convince us that he actually likes it. But I’ve noticed that the massive bowl of ice cream is still sitting in my freezer untouched! So if anyone wants to come over and try Durian Ice Cream, we have plenty to share. (*Mom & Dad guess what you’re getting for dessert Sat. night!)