When you´ve finally managed to get to the supermarket after a hellish long day, sulking at first because your favorite sushi is (naturally) sold out at this hour – and then you stumble over salak. Resembling the scaly skin of a snake on the outside (therefore also called snake fruit), a garlic bulb on the inside, they taste like a mixture of not quite ripe hazelnuts and pears.
I‘m absolutely crazy about them and I even mentioned salak in my «Fire Island» novel. Usually, they‘re nearly impossible to get around here – but: Salak. Today. In the small supermarket around the corner.