February 04, 2009
I wanted to learn how to cook. More than anything I wanted to be a wiz in the kitchen. I made chicken-lime soup as a test for my first real meal. The final ingredient, a pinch of cilantro on top of each bowl served. I tasted the soup and was devastated. My dream of being a good cook was obviously futile. It was awful. I spent went months eating at restaurants or warming up processed food in the microwave. It wasn't until months later that I realized my culinary abilities were not at fault. Rather, the vial weed known as cilantro. It nearly killed my dream. Now I get as much joy out of cooking (without cilantro) as anything else in my life. Cilantro nearly ruined it all. We must warn the others.