Today’s Prompt: Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more.
I left my country of birth, Singapore, with mixed feelings. It was a combination of sadness and excitement. Excited to live in the US, a country I have visited many times, mega land mass, 4 time zones, different seasons, new culture & lifestyle. Sad to leave my Singapore apartment empty and not knowing when I’ll be back to clean, clean, clean. Sad that I will not have the joy of just stepping out the door and walking 5 minutes to superb, cheap and very tasty food at Hawker Centers, to down late night supper at 1 a.m. if my stomach called out. I was going to miss the people close to me and I knew I was also going to miss (painfully miss) the world’s stinkiest fruit ~ The Durian.
The Durian is just irreplaceable. Nothing can substitute it. It looks like a monstrous cannon ball with spikes and since childhood I have always made it a point to join in the frenzy when the family adults laid out newspapers on the ground and then squatted, pried open this grisly, revolting, deadly stink-bomb … and everyone with their bare fingers dug into that yellow, gooey mush which some have claimed looks like “intestines in a state of decomposition”.
At work we were told “no Durians during lunch” because the stench/fragrance (depending whether you hate or love it) will stick to you all afternoon and even accompany you into the conference room.
Yeah, as a safety measure, we female durian lovers held back & refrained from enjoying Durians 10 hours before our first dates. I’ve never asked if guys did likewise. Fortunately my gringo hubby passed the durian test ~ heck! he exceeded my expectations ~ I had to share the first durian we had together, 50:50. These days when we’re back in Singapore, he is the one looking out for Durians.
To date we have not been able to find fresh Durians in the US, only frozen ones, otherwise we would be trying to grow that “King of Fruits” which Smells like Hell but Tastes like Heaven.
Update: I’ve had a bad night of Durian-dreams after writing the above post. I’ll probably drive 34 miles today to get some frozen “already dug out & neatly wrapped up Durian goop”. Will this lead to Serially Lost Part II? Many things can manifest from Durians you know …