July 09, 2017
I was six when I first experienced the horrid, foul tasting, spawn of Satan... cilantro. It tasted as if an elephant took a dump on soap then shoved it in my mouth. I died on the inside. The cilantro burned my throat, making it awfully hard to swallow. I just couldn;t eat it. I pushed it out of my system, coughing it into the trashcan where it belongs.