May 14, 2008
Sometime in the late 1980s, I went to a Mexican restaurant in a mall near me. I had gone there many times and enjoyed their food. This time, the dish I ordered tasted funny. I can't remember what it was now, but it might have been tortilla soup. It smelled odd too. I ate some and started getting severe stomach cramps. Since then, I've not touched cilantro knowingly. Even the smell of it makes me ill. It wasn't until years later, maybe 20, that I learned my brother also was allergic to cilantro. We had never discussed it before. It must be a genetic thing. My kids seem able to eat it, but I can't eat any food they cook that has it in it. And they try to fool me too, but I can still smell and taste it.