They don't even notice it. And we're related? I think not!
If cilantro were a historical malevolent dictator, who would it be? Why?
Penthilus Oresteides, that evil sneak.
My cilantro story, first experience, recent anecdote, rant, etc...
In Prego, a well-known Italian place in Beverly Hills, the cook actually put CILANTRO on the fettucini Alfredo!!! I sent it back and got a new, correct dinner. But still.
More about me:
Phi Beta Kappa anthropologist, professional diplomat, easy-going mother of wonderful grown children, dog disciplinarian, horse raiser, pretty good writer, Mycenologist, adequate cook in many ethnicities. I remember why we used to keep our old panty hose in the truck of the car, I can eat hotter chiles than you can, and my dogs eat cats. I have learned five languages in addition to English; have worked in or otherwise visited 32 countries, more or less - I always forget at least one. I never lose at Scrabble, and people think I cheat at cards, but it's just that I don't remember the rules. I would love to be more outdoorsy than I am; can be lured into the woods, but only in broad daylight. Walking the dogs is my only exercise, since my horses live in other states. My idea of hell is to be forced to watch golf on television while listening to accordion music and eating cilantro.
I don't do roller coasters or beer; walks in the rain only make me feel wet, not romantic. Beaches are okay, but there is far too much sand. Sharks exist to remind us that we are supposed to be land animals. Stubborn and opinionated? Heavens no, not me.
I will fly to Kuala Lumpur for a good dinner in interesting company, but will cross the street to avoid cilantro.
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