March 19th, 2012
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I have done some horrifying things in pursuit of deliciousness. Horrifying. I've dug elbow-deep into a fresh, steaming pile of pig guts to hand-harvest intestines for sausage casing. I've toted a freezer bag of squirrel carcasses across multiple state lines, scooped smoked brain from a cow skull into my mouth and had it written into my wedding vows that creepy little jars of fermenting food "projects" would be tolerated, if not joyfully accepted.

Who'd have thought I'd be felled by a fruit?

Then again, durian is a fruit in roughly the same way that Guy Fieri is a chef. It's outsized, audacious, all spiked-up and either thrills or offends everyone who encounters it. While I've yet to hear tell of "No Guy" signs in hotel rooms or public transportation, "No Durian" advisories adorn walls throughout the fruit's native Southeast Asia. It's because of the smell.

Ohhhhh...that smell. It's the stuff of legend, but not hyperbole. Culinary adventurer and Bizarre Foods host Andrew Zimmern has jammed down still-beating frog heart and chicken uterus, yet spat out durian on camera, calling the scent akin to "completely rotten, mushy onions."

Travel writer Richard Sterling paints the odor as "pig-s**t, turpentine and onions, garnished with a gym sock." A frequently cited passage from a 1988 Washington Post article quotes Singaporean cook and professed durian addict Wai Ching Lee likening the experience to "eating custard in a sewer."

Describing his first encounter with the fruit in 'A Cook's Tour', No Reservations host Anthony Bourdain wrote, "It smelled like you'd buried somebody holding a big wheel of Stilton in his arms, then dug him up a few weeks later."

I am a broken, damaged person with a masochistic, food-macho streak, so this all sounded hunky dory to me. Silly, silly me.

All it took was a "Hey look, they have durian!" from a pal who'd accompanied me on a shopping trip to Brooklyn's Sunset Park neighborhood. My basket was already laden with frozen fish balls, pickled grapes, black vinegar and a clamshell container of one of my favorite snacks: a mixture of sugar, chili oil, peanuts and dried anchovies. Why not stink up the car a little more?

Here's why: everyone you hold dear will suddenly despise you. Not only will they sustain collateral olfactory damage from standing within several yards of the vile pod, once you've ingested it, you'll be afflicted with burps so pungent as to roil and rot all air in the room around you. The noxious emanation will not cease for many an hour, and by that time, your loved ones will have located alternate living quarters, possibly in another hemisphere.

I'd done my level best to shield the innocent from the effluvia of my task, waiting until my husband had left for work, then gingerly setting the fruit onto the newspaper-covered concrete of the area we optimistically refer to as "the backyard." Our sweet, battle-scarred greyhound Edward trotted out to oversee the goings-on.

"Thluck!" The tip of my knife pierced the woody, peaked outer shell more easily than I'd expected and sunk into the creamy flesh with a sudden, sickening ease. With the hull now breached, the first rank wave began to rise. Edward, sniffed, let loose a small whimper and ran inside.

I tweeted (because that's what I do), "Verdict: it smells like the fridge of every guy I dated in art school." Responses began flooding in.

"Was this the result of a dare?" asked food writer Elizabeth Bastos.

Celebrated baker, blogger and cookbook author David Lebovitz recalled, "I made a Durian Cake once and a customer sent a note back to the kitchen, 'How dare you!'"

A colleague who works from our Atlanta office noted that he'd caught wind I was exiled to Brooklyn, rather than the office for this particular mission because of, in his words, "the stank."

Stink, stank, STUNK. I pried the pod in half, and the stench punched upward, sending me reeling backward onto the concrete and back into the house to let my nose hover above a half-filled cup of black coffee while I examined the petard onto which I'd hoisted myself.

It was as if I suddenly entered a world in which only onions, meat and yeast spores grew, decayed and died, taking joy along with them. Would I be a wuss if I abandoned mission now? Yes. How much would it cost if I left all my personal possessions behind and started afresh in a new city? A lot. Back into the fray.

Wielding a metal spoon and inhaling as infrequently as I could stand, I loosened the innocuous-looking flesh from the outer husk and plopped it into a bowl. The pulp was soft, moist and wrinkled, roughly the texture of an elderly banana and the pale, sickly hue of a raw, skin-on chicken breast. I pinched off a chunk and stuck it in my mouth.

BBBLLLLEEEAAAAAUUUUUURRRRRGGGGGGH!

Imagine if elves came in under cover of darkness, opened a White Castle franchise in your mouth, pulled the electricity for about six weeks and then forced you to dine from the Dumpster after cleanup. The rotten meat, yeast and onions evoked by the scent had materialized, metastasized, and now held my tongue prisoner. I considered and rejected the idea of a home amputation, then poured the rest of the coffee over the poor thing while I debated which durian recipe I was going to use.

Wait...cook it? Yup. It's not as if I was ever, EVER going to attempt this particular culinary Kilimanjaro again, so I might as well climb to the top and have a good look around.

A goodly quantity of the durian consumed on the planet is in the form of frozen desserts, candies and bakery-made pastries, but shockingly enough, my extensive cookbook collection came up snake eyes (which would probably be tastier). Luckily, while the internet doesn't exactly abound with recipes, a few obsessives offered up some that seemed halfway appealing.

Instructed by duriansite.com, I gathered together the makings of a durian cake.

Pulp of one durian
3/4 cups butter
2/3 cups sugar
3/4 cups plain flour
4 eggs

While creaming together the butter and sugar in my stand mixer, I removed the hard seeds from the durian lobes, and then pureed the pulp in my food processor. Then I preheated the oven to 350°F, separated the eggs and beat them into the butter mixture.

After that, while pinching my nostrils with one hand, I used the other to pour the durian pulp into the still-whirring stand mixer, then tossed in a pinch of salt for the heck of it. I whipped the remaining egg whites into stiff peaks, folded them into the batter, spread that in a buttered baking dish and shoved the whole mess in the oven.

I've been wrong before. Heck, I'm wrong a lot. Exposing the durian to heat and allowing it exposure to innocent air molecules may be the rankest wrong I've perpetrated upon my fellow man. As I contemplated my sins, our dog walker Tony arrived (I'd forgotten to cancel) and sniffed the air with great curiosity.

"Hey there! Um, what smells so...so..."

I waited with bated, burpy breath to see what adjective he'd land on.

"...so putrid?" Good call. We shared a piece of cake when he came back from his errand. Sweet fancy Moses, was it disgusting - easily the foulest thing ever to emerge from my kitchen, and I've made pig head cheese and canned veal tongue in there.

Tony chewed contemplatively. "It's not quite as bad as I thought it would be from the smell. If you'd told me it was onion cake, I would have believed you."

He's a very polite person. He's also a 21 year old man and would likely eat just about anything you set in front of him. Tony declined the offer of a piece of cake to take home and scuttled away as quickly as he could. I took that as a sign my mission had, mercifully, come to an end and cleaned up the kitchen as best I could, with one exception: the remaining cake and pan were still too hot to handle, so I left them to cool in the oven while I escaped to the comparatively sweet-smelling New York City subway to go to dinner with friends.

This was mean of me. My husband had left a perfectly neutral-smelling home and was about to come back to a house of horrors. I slunk in, late and sheepish. "What...happened here?" he asked cautiously. "It smells like something went very wrong - like the edges of the air have been singed."

I apologized, profoundly and profusely and spent the rest of the night trying not burp durian all over my beloved. This was not, I'm sad to say, a piece of cake.

durian cake

Previously - Don't fly with a durian

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  1. Dean

    Maybe it's because I've grown up with it, but I don't understand why everyone thinks the smell is the worst thing on earth. It doesn't even taste that bad either. Sometimes, I really actually enjoy it, and I often do more times than don't. O:

    April 29, 2014 at 12:34 am | Reply
  2. Kerry Littlefield

    Sorry for being dense, but do you signify the boys' department, or Brass Plum ...?

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    March 10, 2014 at 5:30 pm | Reply
  3. Xydexx

    NOPE. We tried durian candy once. The closest we could describe the taste was something between "New Jersey landfill" and "dumpster behind Chinese restaurant."

    February 23, 2014 at 5:05 pm | Reply
    • davidbarts

      I tried the candy and unlike Xydexx I liked it. Which motivated me to try the fruit; found it a little odd at first but certainly not repulsive. Sort of like a badass vanilla custard with a oniony zing to it that makes it strangely addictive. I think I've been hooked. It certainly can be pungent, though, but it's more of an over-the-top, super-ripe, tropical-fruity smell to me, not sewage or any of the other unkind things people say. It does indeed cause belching, in my experience.

      March 23, 2014 at 2:29 pm | Reply
  4. Jdizzle McHammerpants ♫♫

    Can't be worse than radish burps. That's like tasting a dumpster in your mouth.

    August 26, 2013 at 11:08 am | Reply
  5. JellyBean

    It looks revolting to me. I'd rather kiss Lord Voldemort that eat that smelly mess.

    August 26, 2013 at 7:45 am | Reply
    • JellyBean

      than

      August 26, 2013 at 11:06 am | Reply
  6. NamedGuy

    Seriously guys durians taste awesome, to me they don't even smell bad or taste awful, well i think most americans hate it because of what the others think of durians (rotten onion smell,strong smell, tastes like rotten onion spoiled)..

    In my country no one ever said it smells bad or tastes bad or looks awful, that's why when the first time i ate it i didn't expect some rotten fruit in my mouth, and it tastes like heaven,the only problem left is the odour and my bad breath from eating it, but seriously it's the best fruit there is, in fact most of my friends who ever ate it says it's tasty either

    I can't understand why people call this fruit disgusting, it's all on your head because of the bad hype, people tell you it tastes bad then that's what you will taste.

    I felt pity for some who chose not to enjoy eating this thing.
    Well if you are asking me, i will say durian tastes a little bit like a blackforest cake to me, they are both equally tasty tbh

    August 26, 2013 at 3:03 am | Reply
  7. e roberts

    The durian pictured has gone bad. Durian should abolutely not have the red in the pulp. I've had one spoil and that's what it looked like. All of your descriptions are based on eating a bad durian. No wonder you didn't like it. Get someone to help you find a fresh one.

    August 15, 2013 at 4:53 pm | Reply
    • e roberts

      ...in other words you opened and ate a durian that had rotted, not knowing it..

      August 15, 2013 at 5:00 pm | Reply
    • davidbarts

      Indeed, the durian pictured looks truly vile,

      March 23, 2014 at 2:17 pm | Reply
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