If cilantro were a historical malevolent dictator, who would it be? Why?
My cilantro story, first experience, recent anecdote, rant, etc...
Click to read and comment on my story! In 1993 my girlfriend and I were both about to graduate from high school and we were eating at Mexican restaurants more and more often. I suggested we go to a new one that was a little fancier and out of our usual price range, thinking that we might upgrade our Mexican experience as a result of the extra cash spent. The first thing I remember was my absolute delight at the freshly prepared Pico de Gallo. I ploughed a corn chip into it and took a huge bite. My nasal passages instantly constricted from the presence of some toxic inorganic chemical substance, much like inhaling bug spray or petroleum might affect the sinuses, and I had to hold my breath to simply swallow the bite of salsa without regurgitating it onto my plate. The next bite I took was an extremely small one to verify that the salsa was actually deliberately prepared to smell and taste this way. Why would anybody want to experience this utterly overpowering and sour taste in an otherwise perfectly good salsa? My girlfriend didn't seem to notice anything at all and she ate merrily. The taste of this new thing/spice(?) had also now ruined my appetite, and it was all the same because now my steak tacos came out amply garnished with whatever this filth was. I figured it was some kind of novelty experiment, passing culinary fad, etc and didn't worry too much about it, but it has since become a regular staple in not only Mexican but in every other conceivable type of food as well, with chefs throwing it into everything from Indian to Italian with childlike abandon.
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