As promised, I bring you, the durian. The King of Fruits.
One of the world’s largest fruits, and certainly the world’s smelliest. A
tropical fruit that is loved and hated, celebrated and banned. A healthy food
that is a deadly killer. The durian.
Webster defines durian as “A large oval tasty but
foul-smelling fruit with a prickly rind.” Yes, it is all those things, but it
is so much more. First of all, this thing is pretty friggin’ huge. Not as big
as the jackfruit, but still pretty big. And it’s so prickly that handlers need
to wear gloves when touching that rind. And that smell. Let’s put it this way.
A popular phrase used to describe the durian is “Tastes like heaven, smells
like hell.”
So where can we find the mighty durian? The durian tree is
native to Brunei, Indonesia, and Malaysia. Some argue it could also be native
to the Philippines, but others say it was introduced there. Durians are
strictly tropical, and can’t just be grown anywhere. They’re grown in Thailand,
which is a major exporter, and various other places in Southeast and South
Asia. They’re also grown in limited amounts in other regions. They are grown in
Hawaii, but some find the quality of Hawaiian durian dubious. There have been
attempts to grow durian in Florida, but as the tree is strictly tropical and
Florida is very much subtropical, getting the trees to bear fruit is incredibly
challenging.
Like the fruit, durian trees are very large. They are evergreen trees. The flowers of the durian tree are typically closed during daylight hours. Oh! And those flowers are usually pollinated by bats. So if you ever wondered what Batman’s favorite fruit is, now you know.
Although this is a close contender. |
Batman can’t bring durian with him everywhere he goes
though, because the smell would give him away. Well, I suppose he could keep it
in a special container in his utility belt, like he does for kryptonite. See,
he carries around a little bit of kryptonite with him wherever he goes, just in
case he ever needs to give Superman what-for. But it’s in a special, lead-based
container, because kryptonite is radioactive, and can give a person cancer. It
happened to Lex Luthor.
So what I’m getting at here is the durian smells really bad.
Well, some people actually really like that smell, but many don’t, especially
those that aren’t used to the smell. According to Wikipedia, the smell has been
compared to “civet, stale vomit, skunk sprary, and used surgical swabs.” There
are actually many different durian odors, because there are many different
kinds of durian.
Because of the effluvium, it is often banned in closed
areas. So that means it’s not allowed on public transportation, like buses and
trains, and it’s not allowed in hotel rooms. There are signs in places where
durian is not allowed, often along signs such as “no smoking”, etc. The smell
is very difficult to get out of a room once it’s there, hence the bans.
But the taste is really good to a lot people. Wikipedia says
that Andrew Zimmern of Bizarre Foods compared the taste to rotten, mushy
onions. I disagree, but I generally avoid eating rotten, mushy onions, so I
don’t really know. The flavor has been described as “rich”, and almost like
custard. When I tried it, admittedly only once and in a very small amount, the
word that came to my mind was “meaty”. It didn’t really taste like meat, but it
was such a different taste compared to other fruits that I simply didn’t know
what to call it.
Durian is most famous for being eaten raw, but it is used in
many dishes as well. It’s often cooked, baked into cakes, made into candies,
even mixed into shakes and ice cream!
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Of course, as Kelly Clarkson says, everybody has a dark
side. Even our friend Mr. Durian. And our friend the Durian is actually a
killer. He finds many ways to strike. The most common cause of death from
durian is from falling durians. Let’s put it this way: If a durian had fallen
on Sir Isaac Newton’s head as opposed to an apple, we wouldn’t have physics.
Well, okay, we’d still have physics, we just wouldn’t really have the
scientific knowledge to talk about it. It’s not like the fruit would fall and
gravity, magnetism, and nuclear interactions would stop happening.
Anyway, I guess I was exaggerating. Both falling durians don’t
actually cause death, but many do. In the case of those that don’t kill, the
victim survived because the inflammation that would normally occur due to that
kind of head trauma is prevented as a result of the copious blood-loss, itself
a result from being struck by a giant, spiky ball.
There are other methods the durian takes to claim its
victims. Year of the Durian has a page of deaths resulting from durian in 2012.
Highlights include being crushed by a durian tree (they have shallow roots),
having one’s head smashed by a bag of spilled durians, having a heart attack
from consuming to much durian and Coca-cola (are durians the new Pop Rocks?),
and over-dosing on the fruit whilst having diabetes and hypertension. I have
heard rumors of some wives in Southeast Asia brandishing a durian as a weapon
against cheating spouses, but those are unconfirmed.
In recent news for the world of durian, a durian-eatingcontest was the highlight of the “Melbourne Malaysia Festival.” The festival
was meant to celebrate historical ties between Australia and Malaysia, and what
better way to do so than through the magic of durian? Just so long as they
avoid too much over-dosing on Coke around competition time. In other news,
somebody one first place in a science fair competition by using durian rind to make paper. That reminds me of those old scratch-and-sniff stickers, only you
don’t need to scratch. Finally, someone in the Philippines attempted to set offa bomb that was hidden inside a durian fruit. I of course do not condone such
heinous acts, but I acknowledge that the shrapnel from a durian rind could
definitely do some serious damage.
So when you’re out studying abroad in the Asia-Pacific
region or even just in an Asian market, keep an eye out for the King of Fruits.
Love it or hate it, it’s going to be one unforgettable experience.
Goodbye. |
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