Itâ€™s a lobe of ripe, fresh durian, enclosed in a kind of cage of shredded taro, tied prettily with seaweed and then deep-fried â€“ so your teeth crunch through the outer layer into the bewitching succulence of the fruit. Oh blimey. If youâ€™re a fan of durian, which I have been since a midnight initiation in Singapore a few years ago by the street food guru K.F. Seetoh, youâ€™d adore this incredible titbit, bought at the old seafood market in Taipei, which been converted into an ultra-chic supermarket and â€˜stand-and-swallowâ€™ (i.e. no seating) sushi bar. Just the memory of it is driving me slightly wild, and now Iâ€™m wishing Iâ€™d bought some of those freeze-dried durian chips at Bangkok airport on the way homeâ€¦ And Iâ€™m also remembering the taste of durian in flaky pastries from Vietnam, and a divine, incredible shaved durian ice cream in Hong Kong, but thatâ€™s about the limit of my durian experiences. Anyone like to share their memories of other interesting durian snacks?