My father totally hates cilantro - makes us both gag and nearly choke. My wife doesn't hate it (but doesn't love it). Makes me think it's genetic.
If cilantro were a historical malevolent dictator, who would it be? Why?
Cilantro it the taste in my mouth that I felt while watching a particular scene in "The Cook, the thief, his wife, her lover"
My cilantro story, first experience, recent anecdote, rant, etc...
Like - nearly twenty years ago - I was in high school. Drunk as hell with my buddies on a Saturday and we were landing at the local Taco Bell (tm). I ordered some big cheap juicy burrito variant...hungry...and I tasted something HORRIBLE - like soap-death in it. I choked it down, wondering what the heck. I took another bite, there was more of that hideous taste in it and I swear to god I thought someone had stuck soap in the danged burrito-thing.
I threw it into the trash, demanded another one - which they gave me - and tasted the same HORRIBLE thing. I wouldn't experience cilantro for another couple of years.
By then - I knew what it was - a tool of the Illuminati. Damn them! Damn them! Trying to kill us off with cilantro.
More about me:
I am so glad this site exists!
I am a 40 year old financial/strategy VP in a Fortune 200 firm. Not kidding.
I *love* Mexican food -- except I think they are trying to kill me with a special poison when my friends and workmates go out to good Mexican restaurants they are eating this really lovely-made salsa that is seething with cilantro poison.
Things I would rather eat than cilantro include:
*raw pork roast
*a human head, not de-boned