Before I Post Any Games

I had to share this picture which my friend gottago sent to me. All thanks to the durians my friend tillydilly got for me. It's wonderful to have good friends, who are willing to drive for hours on end with durians in car.



What is a durian, you ask? Well, it is generally considered the King of Fruits, at least by people without a sense of smell. It is a tropical fruit which grows on trees. One durian is the size of a bunch of coconuts, and totally covered in spikes. It uses those spikes to jump out of trees and kill people. How can one not love a fruit like that?

The durian has been described as "A rich custard highly flavoured with almonds gives the best general idea of it, but there are occasional wafts of flavour that call to mind cream-cheese, onion-sauce, sherry-wine, and other incongruous dishes. Then there is a rich glutinous smoothness in the pulp which nothing else possesses, but which adds to its delicacy. It is neither acid nor sweet nor juicy; yet it wants neither of these qualities, for it is in itself perfect. It produces no nausea or other bad effect, and the more you eat of it the less you feel inclined to stop. In fact, to eat Durians is a new sensation worth a voyage to the East to experience. ... as producing a food of the most exquisite flavour it is unsurpassed."

Of course, other people aren't as in favor of it, and wrongly describe it as "... its odor is best described as pig-shit, turpentine and onions, garnished with a gym sock. It can be smelled from yards away. Despite its great local popularity, the raw fruit is forbidden from some establishments such as hotels, subways and airports, including public transportation in Southeast Asia."

An Indonesian go friend told me about them, and of course, a few years ago, I had to find one to try. I loved it!

Anyway, last weekend, Sean got two for me. I told people about them, and opened them on Monday morning. The reactions were interesting. More people than I expected were willing to try it, but there were a lot who stayed far away from it. Weird.

There were remainders, so I gathered them up in a ziploc bag to take it home. I made Bill promise not to tell Rich I had them in the car with me. I mean, some information is better not shared. We hadn't been on the drive for more than ten minutes, when Rich goes 'Karen!'. I had the feeling that I knew what he was going to ask. His tone of voice cued me into what he might be referring to. 'Did you bring any durian?!?!' Geez, it was in a ziploc bag, how could I know his sense of smell was so good????? I made up for it by sharing the durian with my carpool mates, some for Lihu's mom, some for Bill's wife, and some for Rich's goat...

Now if only I could get someone to bring a mangosteen to those workshops!