It was like this Greek-style coleslaw type stuff. 85% Cilantro, I swear.
Do people in your family hate cilantro, too? Who?
Not sure - I'll have a poll station set up at the next reunion. With prizes, giveaways and the like.
If cilantro were a historical malevolent dictator, who would it be? Why?
Pol Pot. His regime targeted Buddhist monks, Western educated intellectuals, people who appeared to be intelligent (for example, individuals with glasses), the crippled and lame, and ethnic minorities like ethnic Laotians and Vietnamese. Seems that Pol Pot didn't care much for anybody, and as such, nobody should care much for Cilantro.
My cilantro story, first experience, recent anecdote, rant, etc...
My girlfriend put Cilantro in something the other night. I just about left her. But I realized we all make mistakes. Like when I put cayenne on top of our sundae's, thinking it was 'fun-coloured sugar'.
More about me:
Born and raised in the bayou, or the baja, or beirut (one of the three), Chris learned at an early age that wasps were not to be taunted. The inital realization that cellophane was not a proper mechanism for cleaning up overflowing toilet spills caused Chris to seriously contemplate life. And sausages. Breakfast sausages.
And so it went, day after day, year after year, dinner after desert (contrary to mother's wishes), he wandered the plains of spokane washington, in search of his true love. "Laquisha!!" He'd yell. But nobody did respond.
The fleeting moments of hope of finding his sweet chocolate princess were overshadowed by sadness and extreme bowel obstructions, which caused Chris to abandon his quest for this 'love', and also to drop his habit of eating tree bark.
This brings us to the present. Chris now works as a paperclip for a large powdered sugar corporation in Vancouver, BC.
He likes candy, breath, a freshly vacuumed futon, rotating, and obtaining buried treasures.