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Watch out, strawbs!

I have always been a bit of a fruit fiend. My Mom always blamed me for putting Shoney’s out of business because of their free salad bar for kids. I think I could eat my weight in fruits and veggies growing up. I probably still could actually.

Moving to New Zealand recently has presented me with some new fruits though and I must say I am loving them, specifically feijoas and gold kiwis. I have always been a fan of kiwifruits (until now I only knew of the green variety). But the gold variety, c’est magnifique!

This potential new favorite fruit made me remember a fruit that I did not try on my travels once, a durian. I first came across this large, weapon-like fruit in Singapore where one of the buildings resembles a durian. By large, I mean the size of a spherical watermelon and by weapon-like, I mean Singapore does not allow durians on their trains presumably to avoid impalement. They also may not allow them on their trains because they have a very distinct, overpowering odor. All of that aside, given my love for fruit, I think that the durian at least deserves a chance. That said, I have no idea what to do with a durian if I were to procure one. So, my compromise will be to try something durian-flavored the next time I am presented with the option (excuse to eat ice cream?) and then go from there.

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