The orange bus hurled into the bus stop at Dao Kanong, to a breeze that carried that very familiar scent: Durian.
Even though on this sleepy Sunday afternoon I had no plans to get off the bus there, I found myself unable to control the fact that I was stepping out of the vehicle and making my way towards the mountain of Durian piled on the table – the undeniable culprit of that heavenly aroma.
Amid her (Durian vendor) speculation of my chronic photography, she sliced up our King of Fruits like a pro, breaking the outer shell like it was butter.
The initial pod of cream emerged from the spiky shell, a durian chunk that might have been mistaken for a personal baguette.
It was tough to hold off devouring the treat the exact second it emerged from the womb, but due to the street location, it was necessary to take the bag to-go!
15 minutes later, my mouth was engulfed in one of the creamiest and full bodied durian’s I had ever had the privilege of demolishing in my entire career. My emotions went wild, I couldn’t help dreaming about going back and begging to purchase her entire stock, turning the party into a Durian buffet.
The 5 Kilo Durian went down with little effort. Before I knew it, there was simply an empty bag, a few pieces of dirty wax paper, and a number of mouth licked seeds.
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