If cilantro were a historical malevolent dictator, who would it be? Why?
President Bush, as it's destroying otherwise happy people!
My cilantro story, first experience, recent anecdote, rant, etc...
I've been going out with my boyfriend for almost three years, and in all that time every single one of the meals his mom cooks has contained cilantro. (Or coriander, as everyone says over here in London.) She puts it in salads, curries, japanese noodles, (which, traditionally, has NO SUCH MONSTROSITY in it's flavours) fish, sandwiches, soups, EVERYTHING.
My boyfriend and I have agreed she has some sort of coriander obsession. We have also taken to deciding whether to stay in for dinner or not on the basis of what the likelihood of coriander being in any particular meal is.
If it's a roast dinner, it's unlikely she'll use it, if it's anything more exotic (ie. any food that originated in a country EAST of England,) then she will classify that as more exotic, and therefore desperately in need of some coriander.
I still hate the vile weed, but I have built up a sort of resistance to it in the last couple of years, to the point that I no longer feel compelled to make a swift exit to the toilet every time i eat it - I now convincingly smile and appear to enjoy it.
Oh well, apart from this unfortunate habit, she's a lovely lady so I happily grin and bear it.
What's slightly more bizarre though, is that even the toilet freshener they use smells potently of coriander. It's all rather disturbing.
So, folks, the next time you have the luxury of sending back a plateful of cilantro in a restaurant, spare a thought for those of us that must chew on in the name of etiquette.
More about me:
I hate liquorice and sambuca more.
And shiitake which tastes a bit like both.
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