The problem is I love foods that usual have cilantro in them. I love curry and I love burritos. I always ask for "no cilantro", but the waiter/waitress usual forgets. It is the most infuriating thing ever.
Do people in your family hate cilantro, too? Who?
No. But my best friend Deva does.
If cilantro were a historical malevolent dictator, who would it be? Why?
Idi Amin, the Ugandan dictator.
My cilantro story, first experience, recent anecdote, rant, etc...
I don't know when I realized my hatred, but when I did, it came with a venegance. I began proclaiming my dislike to anyone who would listen. However, no one really understood. They said I would grow to like it or that it wasn't a big deal and that I should just ignore it. Wrong. I have tried. I have eaten salsa and burritos and curry with cilantro. And I am always left nauseated. The inside of my mouth tastes like pungent pouporii. My nostrils sting in protest.
I hate cilantro. Period.
More about me:
I'm a dual citizen with the U.S. and England. I have a bunny tattoo, a brachiosaurus tattoo, a lip ring and a pierced tongue. I'm too flirtaous. I'm a total cam whore. When I eat Lucky Charms, I save the marshmallows till the end. I like bacon with maple syrup. When I'm nervous, I chew the inside of my mouth and I'm only ticklish on my legs. I love my eyebrows and my beauty marks. I am weird, in a cute way.
I love all of these things: bunnies, rainbows, dancing, underwear, sunny days, waterslides, sleeping naked, horror movies, burritos, sex, boobs, porn, taking pictures, making silly noises, rolling in grass, pirates, fireworks, disney movies, big sunglasses, zombies, roadtrips, booze, guns & comic books.
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