Durian for an afternoon snack in Vientiane, Laos. A relative came to visit from Pakse and brought two fruits for Aunt Kian since she loves to eat it so much.
I have never eaten a Durian and will never eat it in this life time. My mother couldn’t stand the smell of it when she was younger and would get a headache from smelling it. It must be genetic since one sniff of the fruit also makes me want to throw up. I was in Chinatown in Rotterdam and there was a broken Durian on the floor of the store. I tried to hold my breath and counted to 30 before I ran out of the store. I have not been back to that store since and found my herbs and spices at another Chinese grocery store.
