Today is D-Day – Durian Day, the end of my Fear Factor and where I have get to eat a durian fruit. I really am not looking forward to it at all, as I cannot stand the smell of it at all. In retaliation, I go and buy a load of cheeses from Cold Storage over the road, leaving them on my desk all day to get to room temperature. We assemble in the car park (no durian allowed indoors!) and Khoo produces this polystyrene box, which is moving as if a trapped animal was inside!
Thankfully it was just the wind. I opened the lid and there was a huge stench of warm durian infused air whooshing around us. I opened the plastic bag and took out the offensive item, and prized apart the spiny shell to reveal a yellow squishy gooey fruit that stank of rotting cheese. After a couple of false starts, I eat a piece and actually it wasn’t that bad – it was more the texture that made me feel a bit icky, but the taste was actually OK.
After that episode, we head back to the kitchen and I get them all eating the smelly cheeses, which was (for me) delicious, but I suspect they didn’t enjoy it very much.
When I burp later on I get a mix of cheesy durian taste in my mouth, which is completely repulsive.
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