Durian
After that last depressingly serious post, I'd like to lighten things up with another highly frivolous complaint about the way my dad is making the house smell. Tonight it's durian. He and my husband are waving plates of it around. This is a fruit that smells kind of a like rotten fruity armpit. It's a taste I've never acquired. I notice on the Wikipedia entry it's called the "King of Fruits" but I think of it more as the Antichrist of Fruits.

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