December 21, 2013
The first time I ever had an encounter with cilantro was a couple years ago. My mother was making a dish that I had no intention of eating, but I was forced to help prepare it. She put me to work picking cilantro leaves off of the larger stem. After only a couple of minutes, my eyes started watering as though I was cutting a very potent onion and only got worse as time went on. I turned to my mom and told her I had to stop and she laughed it off like it was nothing. I refused her nonchalance and left the kitchen immediately. She later tried to get me to help her with cilantro again and my eyes began to burn again. I haven't even ate cilantro and I already loathe it with a burning passion.