{"id":1337,"date":"2014-03-25T21:02:16","date_gmt":"2014-03-26T04:02:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blackcap.name\/blog\/new\/?p=1337"},"modified":"2014-03-26T06:52:27","modified_gmt":"2014-03-26T13:52:27","slug":"a-fateful-decision","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blackcap.name\/blog\/new\/?p=1337","title":{"rendered":"A Fateful Decision"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>About five years ago I happened across a bag of <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Durian\">durian<\/a> candy in an Asian market. That piqued my curiosity: Many Westerners describe its odor and taste in most unflattering terms, it can&#8217;t be <em>that<\/em> bad, can it? Moreover, I&#8217;ve always tended to like strange and strong flavors, so maybe I&#8217;ll be one of those Westerners who actually likes durian. After all, all humans are the same species; there&#8217;s very little difference between the &#8220;races&#8221;, really. Race is a socially-defined construct, not a biological one.<\/p>\n<p>So anyhow, I bought it. And they weren&#8217;t bad. Sort of disappointing, in fact; I had expected a stronger taste. As I recall they were sort of pleasingly vanilla and caramel flavored. They were certainly not in the slightest way repulsive (as I later learnt many Western palates found such candies).<\/p>\n<p>That prompted me to purchase some frozen durian meat and try it with a friend. That was anticlimactic; sort of vaguely sweet and mild-flavored, with an oniony aftertaste and only a slight whiff of pungency. (In retrospect, it was probably underripe.) Perhaps something suited to going in an Asian dessert like sticky rice where I could mix well with other flavors, thought I.<\/p>\n<p>Fast forward several years to last week, and for some reason I&#8217;m craving that sweetness and oniony aftertaste. Plus there&#8217;s a pot luck coming up. A perfect excuse to make a trip to an Asian market and purchase the ingredients for durian sticky rice.<\/p>\n<p>But something was different this time. On the ferry ride home a very strong pungent odor became evident. Not vile, but definitely very strong and assertive. Yes, it was the durian flesh, even though it was still over 90% frozen <em>and<\/em> sealed inside two layers of plastic! Oh, dear. People were giving me evil glances. Apparently this sample of flesh is ripe, and the rumored pungency is no rumor.<\/p>\n<p>I get home, put it inside a Ziploc bag, and stick it in the refrigerator, hoping the apartment doesn&#8217;t get too fragrant overnight. The extra layer worked. Mostly.<\/p>\n<p>One of the things I do when cooking is conduct &#8220;quality control assays,&#8221; i.e. I sample all the ingredients as I go. That includes the now completely thawed durian flesh. Wow, vanilla custard. Then onion. Almost completely unlike the pungent odor, which of course has completely filled my apartment. Did it really <em>do<\/em> that, go from sweet to savory like that? I must taste it again and see. Yes, it does. The urge to eat more gets stronger, not weaker. But I only have as much as the recipe calls for, so I restrain myself until the recipe is complete, then conduct numerous &#8220;quality control assays&#8221; throughout the batch of sticky rice.<\/p>\n<p>Must&#8230; stop&#8230;; I&#8217;m supposed to be sharing this and what with all the coconut milk it&#8217;s <em>way<\/em> too rich for me to just pig out on myself, anyhow.<\/p>\n<p>So, anyhow, at the pot luck with a &#8220;warning, it <em>is<\/em> pungent, don&#8217;t let that intimidate you, it tastes very different than it smells,&#8221; two people leave early when they hear the dessert course involves durian. Everyone else stays. Most try it, some hate it, some love it, and one guy says &#8220;I&#8217;m not sure I like this garlic aspect to it or not&#8221; as he helps himself to thirds.<\/p>\n<p>I return with leftovers, but that&#8217;s fine because <em>I get to eat all the rest.<\/em> And each time I have a portion it just tastes better and better and there&#8217;s more pure pleasure involved. It&#8217;s as if I&#8217;m <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=QKWt72ve0hQ\">Edmund and durian is my Turkish delight<\/a>. I&#8217;m <a href=\"http:\/\/morganlmallory.wordpress.com\/2011\/06\/11\/confessions-of-a-durian-addict\/\">not alone<\/a>, either.<\/p>\n<p>And now I read that chocolate (which I can&#8217;t eat) is in the same plant family and durian is <a href=\"http:\/\/durian.timtyler.org\/\">suspected of having addictive properties<\/a> (which probably accounts for its popularity throughout its native range; the customers are hooked) much like its more famous and less pungent New-World cousin. I don&#8217;t just &#8220;suspect,&#8221; I know.<\/p>\n<p>Well, at least in contrast to heroin, it&#8217;s 100% legal, <a href=\"http:\/\/nutritiondata.self.com\/facts\/fruits-and-fruit-juices\/2088\/2\">healthful at least in moderation<\/a>, and not <em>that<\/em> easy to get here in the USA, so I won&#8217;t be pigging out and gaining weight too badly.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>About five years ago I happened across a bag of durian candy in an Asian market. That piqued my curiosity: Many Westerners describe its odor and taste in most unflattering terms, it can&#8217;t be that bad, can it? 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