Mentor tricked me into eating durian. granted, i was always a little curious as to what lay under that spiky exterior every time i passed it in chinatown. now i remember that curiosity killed the cat.
she called me up and convinced me to come down to her apt and we all waited around until the man w/the cleaver arrived to cut into it. we all stuck our faces down to smell it and immediately got a whiff of gasoline & onions.
still i braved it and the texture was mushy w/all these weird threads and the taste was still like scallions. overall it had no inkling of a fruit origin.
never being 1 to suffer alone, i brought some up to Egg's apt and made him and Chen try it. they had similar impressions as me. YUCK.