Dear Durian, aka Jackfruit aka that stinky thing in Asian supermarkets:

Every time I bite into your sweet creamy flesh it's like being born again, because your consistency is that of a placenta. Maybe that was a bit overdoing it but JEEZ I wish you would use some deodorant, it really isn't that difficult. In fact, the last time I tried to take you on a long-distance trip they wouldn't even let you on the airplane. I had to throw you away until at long last I found you again in my local Chinatown. Oh, Durian. Let me count the ways I eat thee. Peeled, frozen, in fruit salad (where you are the shining star)... I wish I could share you with everyone in the world but then you wouldn't be mine anymore... it is in times like these that I do relish your prickly exterior.

Love,

Christine