September 23, 2012
I had a good run, quarter of a century knowing cilantro only as a word and a picture of a plant. Then I received a piece of cilantro as a garnish at a chain restaurant. It looked harmless, somewhat familiar. Even if I'd have known it was cilantro, not parsley or something, I'd have eaten it. I didn't know any better. So I cut part of it off and ate it. It was quick and bad, the taste bolted across the surfaces of my mouth, and arced up into my nose. I didn't know a plant leaf could do something like that. A fruit or seed evolved to scare off grazing yaks maybe.
That was a couple of days ago. I looked through wikipedia to see what had hit me, I knew it wasn't parsley. I've had nightmares about it. I've been picking up parts of the taste in other foods that I'd never noticed it in before. I think I'm hyper-sensitized to it now. I usually don't mind herbal/medicinal/perfumey tastes but cilantro is bad.
That's all. Perhaps time and meditation will heal my psychological wounds. My condolences to other victims.