I took this photo this morning from the little “plant corner” at my condo balcony. Can you guess what it is?
Maybe you can guess if you view from another perspective.
1.5 months ago I decided to save some durian seeds. Don’t ask me why I decided to save these seeds out of the hundreds I consumed in my entire life.
If I recall correctly, the durian tasted quite okay. Sweet. Not any special variety like musang king or red prawn.
I just looked at the seed.
“Yes, you are the chosen one,” I said. “… but if you don’t mind I’ll choose a couple more as backup.”
I don’t normally speak to my food. That would be crazy *weak laugh* haha…
But I don’t know. Sometimes eating durian can be a spiritual experience. Maybe it was some hallucination effect.
Anyway I found a YouTube video which suggested the following method:
- Clean the seeds by rinsing in water
- Wrap the seeds in some kitchen towels, put in a ziploc bag
- Put in some water so the towels are damp (but not too wet)
- Seal the ziploc bag and put it somewhere warm and dark.
- If the bag is sealed properly, the seeds will remain moist.
So I put the bag under my fridge for 4 weeks.
After 2-3 weeks I could see the seed start to germinate. Something like a green tongue will poke out of the seed and slowly turn brown. I think (and hope) that’s the roots.
2 weeks ago I bought a large pot with some normal gardening soil. I tried to position the seed so the root would be in the ground and the seed itself was just half buried.
Now, you must imagine when I’m doing all this. Poey Chin is looking at me and thinking to herself, “what funny thing is this man trying to do now?”
She reminds me that we live in a condo, and durian trees grow up to 30 metres tall. She also reminds me it take 10 years to bear fruit.
Well, I plant the seed in faith. In my mind, my durian trees will have a home in the future. This is motivation for me to buy a house (and a really tall ladder!).
I hope the seeds don’t die.