The creamy texture, the sweetness that lingers in your mouth, plus the methane smell-alike fumes that you burp out after you eat it. Gosh, Singapore’s very own fruit king, the DURIAN! So I dropped by Ang Mo Kio Hub yesterday to queue up for the acclaimed durian pancakes down under basement one. It was worth it. I went home, quite the happy girl. Gave one to my mother, one to my daddy, half to my sister (she didn’t like the other half of it), 3 and a half to myself!
Durians.
Never thought about how I would survive without them during my childhood days because they are my most favourite fruit ever. I would take notice of the uncle knocking a metal scraper against the spiky shell to check whether the flesh was like nice to eat using a knife to cut the shell open and let us inhale its fumy goodness!! My dad told me how the durian shells were used for punishment in their days; they have to kneel down on them when they had done something wrong. Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. Cannot imagine the pain they have to undergo if the spikes penetrate their knee caps. =S I’d remove the shell completely and eat the flesh thanks. =)
To date, there have been restaurants that serve rice in durian shells, cuisines that are cooked with durian, durian soup, milkshakes and pancakes, biscuits, bread too! We totally love to embrace our unique culture as well as the fruits that are bred in our small little island too. However, the durian stands out because of its tough and mean looking exterior, but soft and creamy interior. My mouth is drooling as I type this. I can’t wait to drop by AMK again, and I totally don’t mind the long wait for something worth it. Yeah!
Durians. The king of all fruits. Indeed. ORZ