Last spring, I posted about how Hubby and the kids and I shop at the local Asian markets and wind up daring each other to try things. Over the years, we've become steadily more adventurous.
After last week, though, I'm not sure we have anyplace else to go. (Without getting into scary animals and parts of animals that I don't think are meant to be eaten. I drew that line even before my boys found frog legs at a buffet and tried to convince me that they were good.)
Hubby called and told me to bring home an interesting fruit we hadn't tried before. So, after consulting with my three boys, I did.
If you're not familiar with Durian, it's got a nasty reputation for its smell and flavor. The nice young man in the produce department told us that it wasn't nearly as bad as the Food Channel had led us to believe, that it tasted "like banana pudding and garlic powder had a baby."
And no, I can't tell you why bringing one home to try sounded like a good idea. Probably because I knew it was going to happen sooner or later and wanted to get it over with. One of my sons, the one who should definitely be old enough to know not to poke the sharp fruit, was bleeding by the time we got to the checkout line.
It was two days before we worked up the nerve to cut the thing open.
I took my bite before anyone else had a chance to make a face or tell me how awful it was. I think the banana pudding and garlic description came pretty close. Hubby says that it smells and tastes like natural gas. There's a definite touch of sulfur. And the taste lingers in your mouth for a very long time.