April 17, 2017
It was a cold Friday in January, and I'd had a very bad week. I was planning to spend some time taking care of some business in a neighboring town, about an hour's drive away. A friend of mine, who lived in that town and knew how bad my week had been, invited me to his house for supper. I accepted the invitation with gratitude.
Business concluded, I went on my way. I got to my friend's house and was received with the customary hospitality. He seated me at the kitchen table and then brought a bowl to the table, saying, "I thought we'd have some cilantro soup".
Well, I didn't want to be ungrateful, so I managed to choke it down, but without enjoying a bit of it. It was everything you might think it was, except worse. I wanted to say, "Oh, you shouldn't have done that. No, I really mean that you shouldn't have done that!"
I do not remember whether he offered me seconds, but if he did, I declined. I do not remember what else was on the menu that night, except that he'd decided to make the soup the main course. I do not remember whether I stopped at a store, on my way home, to buy a toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash, hydrogen peroxide, or anything else that might help to get the foul taste out of my mouth.
Lesson learned: your friends must be told specifically about your disdain for cilantro. This same friend had not picked up the hint when I'd carefully picked cilantro out of other dishes that he'd prepared, and there was no picking the cilantro out of cilantro soup. Don't let it happen to you - speak up!