If cilantro were a historical malevolent dictator, who would it be? Why?
A mix between Donald Trump (not exactly historical) and Thomas fucking Jefferson.
My cilantro story, first experience, recent anecdote, rant, etc...
OK so my cilantro story: I had strep throat, right? People get that, it feels like hell, etc. I had it for about a week and it was terrible. My dads solution (I was about 12) was to give me chicken noodle soup every. Single. Morning. Normal right? Seems like a good plan. But his brilliant idea was that cilantro has health benefits and made it into a puree and put it on or in all of the fucking soup.
More about me:
I like broadway, books, fandoms, hate cilantro. *jazz hands*