Mack decided to test one of his guiding principles--if you're eating it, I want to eat it*--on a lobe of durian I'd brought home as an evening snack. Durian flesh is basically custard, albeit custard that smells like a bus-station restroom, so I let him try a spoonful. Three or four more spoonfuls and a lot of lip-smacking followed: on the often-divisive issue of the King of Fruits, he is now a confirmed royalist. (This may have something to do with the fact that he's never smelled a bus-station restroom.)
- If you're wearing it, I want to eat it.
- If you're reading it, I want to eat it.
- If you're typing on it, I want to eat it.