Readers of this blog know I will eat almost anything. Almost. Blood and brains and all that good stuff are no problem, but I cannot bring myself to eat or even cut open this sinister looking fruit: the Durian. It is known as the “rotting corpse fruit” because of its odor. The kind of smell that might waft up the basement steps of a serial killer’s lair in the middle of a hot summer. It supposedly tastes pretty good (and nothing like the smell). Kind of like how we love to eat smelly cheeses. But the odor of a reeking Limberger doesn’t hold a candle to the Durian. I can imagine cutting one open in my kitchen and the neighbors calling the cops for a wellness check. Maybe somewhere else. After all, it would be another oddity to add to my list.