If cilantro were a historical malevolent dictator, who would it be? Why?
Francisco Franco, because his moustache probably was made of cilantro.
My cilantro story, first experience, recent anecdote, rant, etc...
The first time I experienced that devil's fucking bleach elixir was in Brick Lane Foodmarket.
I bougth a burrito and I clearly remember that flavour on my tongue. I thought it was poisoned.
This senseless tragedy was dressed for the fact that I didn't know the shape and color of the guilty.
Years later I would discover the truth... inside a sandwich, inside a soup, inside any food which my aunt was preparing from the bottom of her heart only for me.