May 22, 2008
Here in England, we call this vile death-herb 'coriander.' The pleasant, musical lilt of the word (I wonder how long before some idiot saddles their unfortunate offspring with the name) in no way detracts that it is a disgusting poison that ought only to be used for the punishment of criminals and to keep stray dogs out of the garden. I went for an Indian meal last night that I had been hugely looking forward to, and deliberately chose something on the menu that did not list coriander as an ingredient. And then what did they do? Sprinkle a HANDFUL of the damn stuff all over it as a garnish. I could have wept. And let me tell you, it is utterly impossible to pick it out of a creamy sauce. RUINED.
I HATE coriander.