March 31, 2012
My mother is a wise woman and always detested coriander. Before I had even tasted it, or knew what a herb was and its exact function, I learned to hate coriander, because my mother did.
She told horror stories of her sister going through a 'phase' with everything she cooked, of being unable to eat entire meals and gagging at expensive restaurants.
I don't remember the first time exactly when I experienced the horror first hand, but I steadily came to learn that the blunt, hot, all-encompassing sinus-trolling pathetic excuse for 'flavour' when you bite into an otherwise lovely dumpling was EFFING coriander.
And it can go to hell.