If cilantro were a historical malevolent dictator, who would it be? Why?
Attila the Hun. It overpowers every other flavor and rapes and pillages my taste buds.
My cilantro story, first experience, recent anecdote, rant, etc...
While dining for the first time with the man who would be my brother-in-law we sat in a Japanese fusion cafe. We ordered sushi, and to go with it I decided to try the lettuce wraps. They sounded healthy and refreshing.
Little did I know that they contained the Asian equivalent to cilantro.
What followed was almost in slow motion. I took a bite of the lettuce wraps, and upon tasting the cilantro I gagged, stuck out my tongue and waggled my head from side to side while squinting my eyes and making retching sounds. My brother-in-law dubbed it "cilantro face," and has never let me forget the experience.
To this day I have avoided all contact with the substance.
More about me:
I am a copywriter and novelist in Houston, Texas. Yes... the same Houston, Texas that is filled with Mexican food restaurants that serve dozens of dishes brimming with cilantro.
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