I would like to take a moment to talk about durian.
I have to. I have spent the larger part of the morning working on a post about the Khmer Rouge, and I very much need a mental break, and talking about stinky fruit will allow for that to happen.
The stuff is notorious, and you’ve probably heard of it. Miraculously, I somehow failed to take a photo of the inside of the fruit (I think I was hypnotized by the smell) but here is its exterior:
I like to think of the spikes as being Mother Nature’s subtle way of saying, “Get back. Seriously.”