Say what you will about our prickly friend, whether good or bad, the experience is best described as unforgettable. My family and I share a special fondness for durian. I have a feeling it stemmed from my late father's borderline obsession. During those gruelling three hour bumper-to-bumper pre-PLUS highway trips back to
I'm not an expert but I have tried most varieties. D-series, kampung, penang red, mountain cat king, etc… Durians with flesh so dense you almost choke when you swallow them. Soft and creamy ones with texture like whipped butter. Plump, golden ones that leave a mark when you press a finger to the smooth stretched surface. Perhaps the ones I like most of all are ones with pale wrinkled skin that gives way to thick liquid heaven. Mmmm, sublime... The picture of the tiny durian I have in my hand was taken a few days ago. It was a little present from Hunky who happen to pick it up from the ground as he walked past my neighbour's house. My neighbour's tree is over 30 years old and has the kind of wrinkly skinned durians that I love. I've only had the pleasure of eating 3 durians from his tree. They fell over the fence onto our driveway and we scooped them up like hungry vultures. They are one of the best durians I've ever had. It was flowering last month. I wait in anticipation for June to arrive when they will ripen and (hopefully) drop over the fence.