November 22, 2012
For some reason, my mother had decided to grow cilantro in the garden. When I was out picking tomatoes, I tried sniffing a cilantro leaf. Blugh! I ate it, even though it smelled bad, and I spit it out. After that I washed my hands thouroughly so I didn't have to smell them. I've been avoiding it since.
In Spanish class, we were watching a cooking video where they used a lot of "corrador" or something like that, which my teacher explained was cilantro. "I HATE cilatro!" I commented, and the class laughed.