I returned home from work tonight to find a wonderful looking BBQ Chicken Salad waiting for me on the counter (or Mom had just forgot to put it away, not sure which one). After working all night I was hungry and eagerly put a forkful of salad into my mouth. As the textures and tastes started to fill my mouth, I found myself gagging as I contemplated the embarrassment (for Mom at realizing her daughter's poor manners) of spitting the food back into the bowl OR enduring the overpowering taste of CILANTRO and forcing myself to swallow it. That's right. Mom had put CILANTRO in the salad. Barf.
I caused a big scene, Mom asked Brianne if I could move in with her instead, and Mom shouted at me, "IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD!"
Comments like this, while hurtful and accusatory, have been thrown at me for years. I have ignored them, but no more. I had to get to the bottom of this problem. And I am happy to say that I now have a diagnosis. It is called cilantrophobia. It is a real issue, that real people have to deal with every day. At least every day they are confronted with Mexican or Indian food.
Here she is in all her disgusting glory.After doing a little research, I found some very interesting information. The New York Times (yes, THE New York Times) wrote an article called "Why Cilantro Tastes like Soap, for Some" with a subtitle of "Cilantro Haters, It's not Your Fault". You can find the article here. The great Julia Child is a cilantro hater.
NPR also wrote an article about the Cilantro problem called, "Getting To The Root Of The Great Cilantro Divide", article found here.
There is a whole community of people just like me who have joined together at www.ihatecilantro.com
I know that this information may come as a shock to many of you. It is not, as a matter of fact, "in my head". It is in my genes. I am predisposed to not like cilantro. It is now that I ask all of you treat this disease as you would any other disease. I am sure that if I was diagnosed with any other disease you would not be telling me that it is "all in my head". If you would, well you are rude.
I will accept apologies in the form of check, cash, or Neccos.










