So I was intrigued when a couple of Malays on the island of Penang told me they were going to introduce me to the king of fruits – the durian.
A round thorny outside, which when hammered and pried open, reveals a sliver of jackfruitish skin over a mash of custardy-creamy squish, which tastes weird, tangy and pungent all at the same time.
I realised why they call it the king. Twelve hours after eating durian, it still rules your senses. You sweat, smell, taste, fart and burp the crazy fruit. This is what a fruit mutant tastes like.
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