On Saturday evening, all our plans for a meal with friends didn’t turn out as we had planned. So I decided that dinner would be had at home. I needed to buy some salad leaves to complement the larb moo I had in mind, so a supermarket stop was necessary.
“What about some durian” said SW, “we can buy more of it while you’re getting the vegetables“.
Not a bad idea I thought, perhaps more packets would be on sale.
As we marched over to the durian section, there were indeed lots of packets of durian… But not Musang King. Only Thai durian..what a croc. Two packets remained of the Malaysian durians, one of which had a tear in the cling film and the other looked liked it had been prodded and been subjected to unfair gravitational forces.
I sniffed the pack with the slit in the packaging. Smelled a bit too fermented.., it was already over-ripe and without refrigeration these delicate morsels don’t keep well. The other pack would be the same.
A quick check in the refrigerated section yielded no other packets of durian (you may remember I had been misled before… See this post).
So nope, no durians for us on Saturday’s dessert menu.