May 27, 2006
My worst experience with cilantro doesn't actually involve eating it, just smelling it. Last summer, they re-landscaped the area around my college dorm. The first week of classes, I was walking home, and smelled something so unimaginably vile that I knew it had to be my most-hated food, cilantro. I assumed someone was cooking with it nearby, but the smell persisted for days, then weeks, and I realized it must have somehow been planted in the landscaping beds. I even went looking for it, hoping to uproot it while no one was watching, but I couldn't find it, and I had to endure months of nauseating walks home until the first snow arrived and mercifully killed all the plants, cilantro included.