May 03, 2009
It was my birthday party--a potluck--and my sister and I noticed something that tasted "off" in the potato salad. The cook mentioned that she'd used some cilantro from her garden. (Who in their right mind would grow this stuff on purpose?) So then Mom commented on the weird tasting potato salad (familial predisposition established). As the final touch, the same cook then presented me with a bouquet from her garden complete with cilantro flowers! Ohmygosh! It smelled so terrible, I told her I'd better put it in the trunk so it wouldn't fall over. At the first opportunity, I jumped out of the car and pitched the bouquet in the ditch. The smell lingered in my nose for HOURS.
Alas, another way to be tormented by the existence of cilantro.