As you can tell from the lack of posts, I’m on the road. But that did not stop the weirdness from taking place. Sunday (today) saw a late breakfast of Eggs Benedict at a local southern diner in North Myrtle Beach. Eggs, grits, home fries, pork products… and then retiring for a leisurely chat and a smoke. Then, somebody thought it would be a good idea to bust open a durian in the parking lot with an axe and eat it. Durian is, well, ahh, intense. Does not mix well with that meal.


2 Responses to “Durian”

  1. 1 Bogdan from Peoria
    November 5, 2007 at 8:34 pm

    You reveal yourself as a culinary philistine. Bombaceae Durio zibethinus, it is well known, is the province of true epicures . . . the durian is not some casual apres manger snack. Rather, it is the king around which the rest of the meal is subordinate. The durian does not condescend to mix with any meal, but rather suffers the meal as a necessary prelude and epilogue. In other words, the durian stands in magnificent solitude. Eggs Benedict indeed! Pah!

  2. November 7, 2007 at 8:41 am

    Culinary philistine? Any item that is traditionally consumed whilst utilizing the same position as one would use for evacuating one’s bowels cannot be *that* high up, eh?

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