January 08, 2011
I am not what you would normally call a "foodie". So for awhile, I wasn't sure of the name of the ingredient that I hated so much. Once I had a name for it, however, there was no looking back--I hated cilantro.
I don't remember the first time I had cilantro, but I'm sure it was in some Mexican dish. I absolutely despised it. As I've seen from most of the other stories on here, it was indeed a "soapy" or "chemical-like" taste. And the smell was just as bad, if not worse. In fact, I couldn't tell which was worse--the taste or the smell. It was a god-awful experience from start to finish.
My Sicilian girlfriend is one of the best cooks around. She's currently making a soup. She just asked me, "Do you like cilantro?" I responded, "I'm pretty sure that's the name of the stuff I hate." So she brought me over some uncooked cilantro and invited me to smell it. I had never seen cilantro in it's pure--to use the word lightly--uncooked form. There it is. Evil incarnate. I took one whiff and smelled the devil.
She has vowed never to cook me anything with cilantro in it.
This is my story.