Salsa. Because I love it, if cilantro isn't in it.
Do people in your family hate cilantro, too? Who?
If they do, they suffer in silence.
If cilantro were a historical malevolent dictator, who would it be? Why?
Chairman Mao. Tons of hippies carried his book in their pockets in the sixties. I believe it is those same hippies who are putting cilantro in my food right now.
My cilantro story, first experience, recent anecdote, rant, etc...
When I was a young lass, I had what my folks believed to be an irrational fear of Mexican food. Now, this was not out of the ordinary, given the fact that I was a very picky eater as a child. But, I was steadfast in my fight against eating Mexican. As my tastebuds developed, I gradually began to eat more and more. Suddenly, I realized, "I LOVE MEXICAN FOOD!" then I started trying more and more dishes. Then one day-WHAM-O. Cilantro. I told my then boyfriend that my dish had not been washed. A couple days later, while attempting to enjoy another dinner, same thing. Why can't these idiots rinse the dishes? It was then that my ex-beloved informed me that it was cilantro that I was tasting, and that I had a genetic defect. I got to thinking maybe that's why I always ordered a hot dog at Chi Chi's when I was a kid. He had finally put a name to my enemy. I will always be thankful to him for that.
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