My brother and my Father share my dislike of the world's second worst food. Embarrassingly, my Mother and other brother enjoy the disgusting plant. However, she respects my stance and never puts it in our dinner.
If cilantro were a historical malevolent dictator, who would it be? Why?
I would argue that cilantro is most similar to Genghis Khan, as it too invades meals and wreaks havoc.
My cilantro story, first experience, recent anecdote, rant, etc...
In an attempt to create a sense of healthiness, my school cafeteria has recently taken to using cilantro as a garnish on almost every meal. Cilantro is not a garnish, it is an abomination,and a breach of our human rights. I buy my lunch twice a week and am, of course, thoroughly put off by the '"garnish"'. I have been forced many a time to have to feebly pick the cilantro out of my lunch, holding back tears, only to cry myself to sleep later that night. The most traumatising incident happened a few days ago. The monsters out cilantro on the most sacred, loving, and delicious of all foods. Lasagna. This pushed me to angrily ranting to my friends, one of whom kindly showed me this website. I pray for a world where people will not have to suffer as I have, how everyone on this site has. Together, we can bring down this common enemy, this grotesque mockery of food.
More about me:
I am not one who uses the word hate lightly. There are only two foods I hate: cilantro and eggplant. As passionate as my hatred for cilantro is, my hatred for eggplant runs even deeper. My hatred for it flows through my veins and consumes my conscious thought. The idea that eggplant and cilantro is legal disgusts me, and the unrestricted use in both private and public spaces is highly disturbing. I find the fact that there is no country in the world that has banned coriander shameful, and I will willingly give up everything, even my life, to ensure that future generations do not need to suffer in a world run by cilantro.