March 18, 2014
I didn't know the bane of some of my meals had a name. Whenever I tasted it, I thought it was just a bad taste and then later I wouldn't give it a second thought. But then I stared tasting it more and more.
The first time I discovered the name of my hidden enemy was in my 20's. A new fast-food Mexican place had opened and a foodie friend of mine couldn't stop raving about it. After weeks of hearing nothing bu good reviews of it, I gave in and went to give it a try.
It was a nice vibe, good looking place. I picked my burrito and my drink and got a side of chips and salsa. It was a bit pricey but I realized it was worth it after I took a bite of the burrito. It was DELICIOUS! But then I dipped a chip in the salsa...
There it was again. That terrible, SOAPY taste! I finished the burrito and tossed the chips and salsa.
Later, when asked by my friend how I liked it, I mentioned the soapy salsa, and he told me that it must have been... CILANTRO.
Cilantro... You son of a b#$%@...