If cilantro were a historical malevolent dictator, who would it be? Why?
My cilantro story, first experience, recent anecdote, rant, etc...
Several years ago a "friend" suggested we order a pizza. She asked me if there was anything in particular I wanted I said "order what you like". She ordered a buffalo chicken with EXTRA cilantro. I didn't know this at the time because she went in the other room to order...figures. The pizza came and I was immediately sent into a state of shock. I watched her gulp down piece after piece. I didn't know what to do, this person I called my friend had ordered a pizza that came with wall to wall cilantro carpeting. I was horrified, repulsed, I was trapped. She looked at me quizzically, then with a hostile glare as she saw I wasn't touching my slices. I mumbled "I don't really like cilantro". She said "try it, you know your taste buds change every 7 years, you might like it now". Thats when I did the thing I will forever be ashamed of, I took a bite. I rolled it around in my mouth it was spicy and dirty with a hint of old mildewy laundry. I gagged and spit it back onto my plate. My friend said "you still owe me for half that pizza". I paid her and got a glass of water. I didn't know it at the time but several years later this same cilantro loving "friend" would run away with my boyfriend, I wish I'd seen the signs.
More about me:
I am an atheist, which has nothing to do with God creating cilantro. I am happily married to a wonderful cilantro hating husband. And I want a puppy
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