My advice would be: suck it up, and take it straight.
First time in Bankok, first wife kept seeing all the durian vendors out front of our place, The Florida on Sukhumvit, "I want to try that" she implored. "Absolutely not" I suggested, "you get one, you eat it!" Besides the hotel had these signs posted "No Durian in Rooms". So, of course, one night she shows up with one. "Huh, doesn't smell all that bad" she said, running her nose aroung the intact skin. "Gimme that" I proposed, and stuck my Swiss Army knife blade deep into the succulent flesh. The wave of smell threw her against the wall, down which she slid, to recumb in a limp mass on the floor. "Here, try this" said I as I forced a tender morsel into her slack mouth.
"Ummmm" she explained.
We ate the whole damn thing. The texture is simply inexplicable to the Western mind; the taste is wonderful, the smell... execrable.
All the products--crackers, cookies, twinkies--that contain it get all the bad and none of the good.
If you like the texture of any of the creamy tropical fruits--mangosteen, really ripe Japanese persimmon--you'll love durian.
Geo
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