December 16, 2013
I had a boyfriend.
He would go to the store and buy huge bunches of cilantro, just so he could stick his nose in the bag and huff it.
Cilantro in everything. Fish, rice, pasta, salsa, you name it, it got cilantro on it.
But he could never use all of what he bought, not even close.
So the cilantro would just sit, in the fridge, slowly becoming a fetid slurry of rotting herbaceous bile.
I no longer have boyfriend.