Having lived in Taiwan for over three years, I don't taste something for the first time very often anymore. But Anja and I went out to eat hot pot tonight, and they had a self-serve ice cream section with four unlabeled flavors. We each got a scoop of chocolate chip, and a scoop of a yellow ice cream that looked like lemon or banana. When I took the first bite, I thought to myself, "This tastes a little bit like durian." When I took another bite, I thought to myself, "This is durian ice cream." It was much sweeter than fresh durian – after all, it was ice cream – but it had the same flavor of garlic and meat. I set the bowl aside, but after a few moments I had to have another bite to make sure it really was durian, partly because I've only eaten durian once (though the flavor is impossible to forget), and partly because it was just so hard to believe that anybody would actually want to make durian ice cream, let alone serve it to paying customers. I kept setting the bowl aside and then eventually having another bite, and each time, the flavor was still durian. Finally, I asked the waitress, who confirmed that I was right, and alleged that it was very healthy for women (obviously; otherwise, no one would ever eat it).
After I set my bowl aside for the last time, Anja, who had finished hers, asked if she could eat the rest of mine.
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