If cilantro were a historical malevolent dictator, who would it be? Why?
Vlad the Impaler, because it has senselessly murdered countless innocent tasty foods and displayed its handywork obscenely for all to see...
My cilantro story, first experience, recent anecdote, rant, etc...
My sister introduced me to a Vietnamese soup, Pho, which was wonderful and comforting and satisfying... that is, until I bit down on *IT*. I got a cramp in my cheek muscles from the stress of trying to get *IT* out of my mouth. Then my sister laughed, and I was sad.
More about me:
I love food. All food. Any food, except food with cilantro.
I won't eat brains.
Or lima beans.