Durian
Durian (quả sầu riêng) is one of those things that totally intrigues me about SE Asia, and I always stopped at durian stalls when I was in Việt Nam. I never actually tried it, though. I couldn’t get past the smell. I decided to see if Parker would like it, so I looked for some around here. One of the Asian grocery stores has it frozen, but I didn’t want a whole one stinking up the house.
The other day when I was in the Vietnamese grocery store I noticed that they had small bags of dried durian – like a Fritos bag, but with durian inside. I opened the bag back at home and was smacked with that putridy smell. Well, I gave a piece to Parker and he seemed totally unfazed by the smell. He put it in his mouth and was soon asking for more.
Color me surprised!
September 17th, 2008 at 7:02 PM
Goes to show that our inhibitions about taste can be learned (or are certain tastes genetic?). Evan loves veggies with shrimp paste (which makes me gag). Hmmm
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September 18th, 2008 at 8:52 PM
OH, that stuff is funky. I know Vietnamese who won’t touch the stuff. You are brave!
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