July 19, 2014
When I was approximately 4 or 5 years old, I had my first bad run in with cilantro. My kindergarten teacher used to bring foods in that we would help her make snack with. One day, I was sitting patiently and hungrily, when she pulled out a green leafy plant-thing and placed it next to an array of mildly acceptable other foods. Immediately, my eyes narrowed, my heart beat increased and my blood ran cold in my veins. I knew this ingredient and I would not be compatible. I don't know what came over me, but I soon launched myself across the room. In a frenzy of blood and tears, I ripped and tore at the blasted herb. Finally, after destroying it in the best of my ability, I was dragged away by the nurse and appointed to a psychologist. Years later, I am still wary towards what I now know to be called Cilantro, and sought people who might understand my struggle. Thankfully, the internet is full of wonders, and I was lead to this site. It has been very calming and a great relief. I thank those who made this possible, and hope to someday be a symbol of joy and hope for any struggling as I am, or rather, as I were.