my mom pretends to hate cilantro. just the fact that she can tolerate food containing cilantro begs to differ... my fiance loves it. we have a healthy and loving relationship otherwise.
If cilantro were a historical malevolent dictator, who would it be? Why?
George W. its harmless but just dumb enough to get into stuff and screw it up.
My cilantro story, first experience, recent anecdote, rant, etc...
Click to read and comment on my story! I had always fancied myself a food lover. Sure, thereís been food in the past that I havenít liked. Olives, coconut flakes, veal, just to name a few. Why is cilantro the bane of my existence? Why do I sneer at it in the supermarket? Sitting there, all innocent-like next to the flat-leaf parsley. Always next to the parsley, the most similar looking ! Oooo youíre too good for the dried herb isle. Only fresh, right? What makes you so special? Maybe cilantro wouldnít ignite this hatred if it were treated properly. How many restaurant menus have little chili peppers listed next to spicy options so little Suzie doesnít burn her precious throat? What about peanuts? I certainly miss the days of tossing peanut shells on a bar floor. That satisfying crunch underfoot is positively delightful. I also understand that certain people break out into hives or look as though they were struck with the mumps at the mere glance of a nut. Iíve never heard of a death by cilantro, but if itís so offensive to so many, why is there no warning for us?
I remember that fateful day 5 years ago. It was a sunny afternoon at my favorite taco shop, Johnís tex-mex. I just received my beef burrito. My face glowing having watched John expertly assemble the fresh veggies, sharp cheese and slow simmered shredded beef. All of this was wrapped in the softest, yet durable, flour tortilla. So perfectly wrapped that only one hand was necessary for consumption, leaving the other free for beverages, napkins, and extravagant gestures. My day seemed too perfect at that point. Unbeknownst to me was a green monster waiting at my table. I sit down and take that first bite. Not the best bite because you need to break through the fist tortilla folds to get to the filling. By my third bite I was deep into the good stuff and loving every second of it. Pure joy. I watched as my friend squirted some green goo onto their burrito. Figuring it was jalapeŮo hot sauce, I immediately had to try it as not to come across a ďpu
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