Unknown if my blood relatives dislike it, although my father-in-law hates it. Our discussion of it was a great bonding moment.
If cilantro were a historical malevolent dictator, who would it be? Why?
Hitler. He came to power in a sneaky way and was inexplicably loved by millions.
My cilantro story, first experience, recent anecdote, rant, etc...
I never noticed cilantro until I moved to the West Coast from the Midwest. Even after I moved here in 1996, it was several years before I came across this vile weed. It wasn't until I went to a Mexican Restaurant in one of the more shishi business districts in Portland, Oregon that I was introduced to it, dumped on my chimi like mulch.
I had no idea what I was in for when I cut of a piece and deposited in my mouth. Bleck! I spent the next several minutes scraping it off with my knife, then I used the refried beans to try to displace the remaining particles.
Even then enough remained that I really couldn't enjoy my meal.
Since then, I have not been able to trust any salsa served in a restaurant and I always feel compelled to ask if any dish I'm tempted to order includes that acrid debris.
More about me:
I'm generally not a picky eater, but there are several things that do get to me. Cilantro, along with raspberries and Brussel sprouts are at the top of my bleck list.
Such acrid debris! This passes as seasoning? Socrates' hemlock!
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