Now if this duck could survive a shooting and a couple of days in the refrigerator, I’m guessing my durian could do the same. While not shot, it was split. Will it crane its stem and look at me?

It hasn’t been eaten for various reasons. Last night I made a beef pot pie, which disappeared before I could take a picture. It was filling. Just ask any household member. Then I’ve been eating fruit plate lunches, and while it could be argued that durian is a fruit, there’s little room on that plate. Not after the banana, the orange and the Laughing Cow cheese wedges.

Then there’s the raw egg analogy. Many years ago, a teacher talked about trying to swallow one. He claimed that as soon as he got it down, it slipped right back up again. Over and over. This will happen when I try the durian.

The logical thing to do would be to go to Indonesia, and get one fresh from a tree. But the weather can get violent over there, and maybe I’m more afraid of Indonesia than I am of the durian in the fridge.