Last Wednesday was my birthday. My sister made me this awesome cake that features my severed head:
She also gave me a Durian fruit. The durian features hundreds of sharp points, and it’s heavy — at least as heavy as a watermelon. If someone dropped it on you from a height of ten feet, it would really hurt, and possibly send you to the hospital.
I sawed the durian open with a large serrated knife. On the inside the durian is separated into several chambers, and each chamber features large seeds covered with a creamy, custardy delicious flesh. It tastes like a pineapple-fig custard.
Durian is most famous for its smell though. I did stink, but it wasn’t repulsive. It sort of smelled like a rotting fruit.
