If cilantro were a historical malevolent dictator, who would it be? Why?
My cilantro story, first experience, recent anecdote, rant, etc...
I never realized I hated cilantro until a year ago. Up until then I didn't really notice it. Maybe it all started when I got sick off of some taquitos and runny guacamole sauce at a street festival. Ever since then if I bite into a cilantro leaf I immediately taste vomit. Sometimes I can't pinpoint why something tastes like iron-y bile until I see little green flecks and realize the meal has been tainted with cilantro. And it's in everything, Mexican, Thai, Indian... everything! How did it become the new "It" flavor? Now I have to pretend I'm allergic to it to get an untarnished meal.
More about me:
I'm originally from the Northwest, now work at a non-profit film lab in Los Angeles. I spend my time knitting, spinning, watching movies, reading, baking and desperately avoiding foods with cilantro in it.
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