I walk through the market, I smell durian. I go to the night market (pasar malam), I see tonnes of durians. During a dinner at my friend's, we had durians for dessert. In the newspapers, durian commands the headline. I walk in the park, I see Englishmen savouring durians under a baobab tree. On the television, the durian fever is a hit with the producers. I had durian bubur kacang (durian flavoured mung beans porridge) over the weekend. By the roadside, I can see durian sellers almost everywere and anywhere...and Malaysians that are squating besides the durian stall, totally oblivious of the passing human traffic. And everywhere, the smell of durian is surpressing everything else even my Davidoff Echo. Durian. Durian. Durian. It's a durian life! For Malaysians, for now. Back in my hometown, in Balik Pulau in Penang, it is so cheap because it is the largest producer of durian in Malaysia with thousands of acres of A-grade durian orchards. In KL, I'll have to pay quite handsomely for it. But it's a favourite with us Malaysians. For now, we'll enjoy the king of fruits, while the season is in. Bon Appetit! Buuurrp!
