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Asian Market Misadventures

Although Ann Arbor is a small-ish Midwestern town, there’s a lot of Asians here due to the university. So while I can’t get a wide selection seafood or a decent bagel here, there are plenty of Asian grocery stores to go around.   While I thought that my own swarthy immigrant upbringing would prepare me for just about anything in those stores, going to them is still an adventure.

I was killing time at one of them with the Pieholes and decided to take a flyer on a couple items. The first was durian.

ama d store


I had never eaten it before, but I’ve certainly heard of it due to its reputation.   Durian’s a tropical fruit from Southeast Asia that supposedly has a rich, creamy custard-like consistency with some nutty flavors.   But it’s notorious for it’s powerful, nasty smell which has been described as a cross between nasty cheese, rotten onions, and sewage.   For some strange reason, my kids wanted to try it and who am I to pass up an opportunity for a good life lesson?

But we weren’t done…

While perusing the bank of glass-doored refrigerators, our eyes were drawn this bright orange monstrosity.

ama f packaged


The cooler kind of looked like an aquarium with only one fish among the packages of tofu and noodles.  OK, maybe not the best of aquariums…  It was a rice cake that was shaped like a goldfish for Chinese New Year, a holiday who’s desk calendar page was torn off several months prior.    But hey, it was vacuum-packed.   If it being nearly as outdated as Robin Thicke’s “Blurred Lines” didn’t stop us, the fact that we had no frickin’ clue what it was or how to cook certainly wouldn’t deter us, either.    We just kept on with our mantra – “What’s the worse that could happen?”


The Durian

The kids were all giggly about the prospects of durian all the way home.  They were looking forward to what the reaction of their mother – in all her Teutonic honkiness – would be.   Thoughts of leaving some on a neighbor’s front door as a prank also kept popping up.

Until we got home.

They started getting scared.  They kept on insisting we (meaning just me) go to the far-end of the backyard to cut it open.    Or to a public park – until I reminded them that it’s illegal to possess durian in public transportation in Thailand.

durian subway


… along with balloons?!!?

We decided to pop it open on our back patio with all our windows sealed tightly.     But Mini-me wasn’t taking any chances…

ama d mini



Getting to the actual edible part was an adventure in itself.   The spiny exterior hurt like hell when steadying it.   Once cut, I had to start pulling it apart and root around with my hands which almost completely repulsed the kids.

ama d surgery



I finally got the yellow, fleshy pods out and the sight of it almost completely repulsed ME.  It looked like some necessary body parts –

ama d pods


As for the smell…  Maybe it was the strong wind blowing past us or the horror stories were a little exaggerated.   Or maybe our specimen was older than the rice cake goldfish.     It smelled… well, we barely smelled it.

It really did have a creamy texture, very much like a custard and, coming from a fruit, it was a little hard to put our heads around it. Once we got past that little bit of dissonance, it wasn’t a totally unpleasant experience.

I doubt we’ll ever get it again.   The sign in the store said $3.99 but, like most of the other signs there, something got lost in translation.   It turns out that the “per pound” got omitted and our little dare was a whopping $15.   Besides, I’m pretty sure we dodged a bullet with the smell and I wasn’t about to tempt fate.


The Fish Cake

Even though we had no idea what this thing was, we figured we could check out the instructions on the back…

ama f inst


Say what?  Do I “Eat Directly”?   Or do I “put on oiled pan and fry into a golden colour of two sides”? Or maybe I should “put the pieces into microwaver and heat at high fire”?    I finally decided to steam it because I had found a recipe for rice cakes where I can use it like noodles.   Besides, the flaming element of my microwaver was on the fritz.

The next question was whether I should cut it up in small sushi-like pieces, fillet it, or leave it whole like a roasted Branzino.   I opened up the package and…

ama f opened


It turned out the beautiful goldfish colors were due to creative packaging.  The actual fish was an unappetizing ghostly white.   Since any hopes of a beautiful presentation were dashed, I just chopped it up and put it in my bamboo steamer.

ama f sliced


While steaming, I prepared the sauce that I would use to stir-fry the noodles. Once done, I opened up the top and found this…

ama f cooked


A big blob of white goo composed of smaller little blobs of white goo. I couldn’t separate any of it, so there was no way of stir-frying it.

And even if I could stir fry it, it was sugary sweet and not very noodle-like at all.   So not only did it ruin my steamer, it ruined dinner plans for the night.

So it turns out that I’m nowhere near as worldly as I thought I was. I think I’ll stay in the more familiar aisles with the bags of rice and bottles of fish sauce.


Have you ever had durian? Any Asian market mishaps of your own?




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10 comments on “Asian Market Misadventures

  1. a2sicilian
    June 6, 2016


  2. mildlifecrisis
    June 6, 2016

    I have a friend who is Vietnamese and she says her family members ALWAYS travel with a Durian to put in the chest of drawers at hotels because it “wards off bedbugs”. Unfortunately, it makes your clothes smell like Durian which “wards off humans.” ha ha ha.

    • thefoodandwinehedonist
      June 6, 2016

      What?!? That is so hardcore. If it usually is as smelly as I’ve heard, I think I’d rather take the risk of bedbugs. Thx!!

  3. anotherfoodieblogger
    June 6, 2016

    OMG I read another post today about Durian! My friend was at the NYC one and really wanted to buy one but heard she would be kicked out of the hotel room if she did, lol! FYI Day 13 done with PB! 45 second plank. 😉

    • thefoodandwinehedonist
      June 6, 2016

      Mazel tov! Besides the plank any other differences? I remember feeling taller

      • anotherfoodieblogger
        June 7, 2016

        Well I have lost three pounds in three weeks, which I guess is a good thing. I don’t know that I feel taller but I’ve always been shortish (5’4″) so don’t know that I would ever feel tall, he he!

  4. thewineraconteur
    June 8, 2016

    John, I can totally live vicariously through your adventures. Those are both beyond my comfort level, I guess that is what wine is for.

  5. Allegra
    June 8, 2016

    My dad bought bitter melon once and used it in a stir fry. We’d never had it before but it had a texture like squash and we’re adventurous eaters. Unfortunately it was so completely, amazingly bitter and we had used it in such a large amount that the stir fry was rendered largely inedible.

    I’ve been eyeing the frozen silkworms at my Asian grocery, maybe I need another adventure soon.

  6. This was a treat to read, although I’m sorry your adventures ended up being a little underwhelming. All the Asian markets near me ever seem to have are frozen durians, so I’ve never bought one, since I have no idea how old they are. Closest I’ve ever come to experiencing the fruit was in smoothie form at a banh mi place not far from here. The goldfish being deceptively colored and then ruining your steamer was painful to imagine, since it looked so beautiful initially. On the plus side, I’ll likely spend the rest of the night trying to get the phrase “Teutonic honkiness” out of my head, so for that occasion to smile, sir, I salute you!

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