Thread: An aquired taste

Love it. Oick it up, shake it, knock it and deep smells. Just like a wine conisseur :D

Love durian also, but I can only eat few "sections" at one time: it's pretty heavy on the stomach, at least mine. In Boston, one can get fresh ones, imported from Thailand, but they cost an arm and a leg. You can also buy frozen sections of the flesh. I got my Chinese grocery store to get me durian cookies (not much durian paste, but you get the fragrance), and durian jelly, from Indonesia.

Once, I was walking down into the caldera, from Lawang to Bayur, on the shore of Lake Maninjau, West Sumatra. After about 3 hrs of a most pleasant walk through the trees (down hill all the way, of course), I reached the road which runs along the lake, near the small village of Bayur, kinda tired and thirsty. It was July, I believe, and durian season. A group of young men were sitting chowing down the fruits. After overcoming their surprise of seeing this white man coming out of nowhere from the bushes, they invited me to partake in their feast. In the time it took me to eat about half of my durian, the guy who gave it to me and had coincidently started one of his own, was finishing his SECOND, and I would guess it was certainly not his second of the day...Definitely an acquired taste. :)

It is fairly expensive here too. I bought 3 sections for Rp26,000 Not sure how much a full durian would cost.

mimpimanis,

I hope you don't give up with Martin regarding the durian. Keep at it, don't deprive him of this small pleasure later in life. :)

Yes, I bought it in Carrefour. Mostly because I could buy a little and there was only Iluh to eat it. We offered martin some more last night but he said a very firm no.

Referring to my previous post about Lake Maninjau, here are few pictures, including one of a durian tree. I would like to comment on the kids picture (they all must be in their twenties' now), and thanks them again for their honesty.

Their small house was at the bottom of the trail, down the caldera. I stopped for a while to talk with them and their mother. I took several pictures and continue toward Bayur. About thirty minutes later, I was almost there, when I noticed that my telephoto lens was missing. Being almost certain that I had left it on a rock, back at the house, after I had changed back to my 35 mm lens, I returned to the house. Sure enough, the snotty nose kid run toward me, proudly waving my lens in its leather pouch. I forgot how much I gave him as a reward: I know it was little for me, but a fortune for him and his family…
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