IS CILANTRO RELATIVE?
Okay, I may have done a really bad thing this week. I think I passed on cilantro to a dear friend.
You see, I had these glasses. They were given to me by someone I’m no longer friends with. In truth, they were not something I would buy for myself, but I always used them when I needed extra glasses for a party or when she came around.
At a soiree for New Years, I pulled them out and used them, giving them in a matching pair to my friend and her husband. She loved them! Loved them!! And, she wanted to know where I’d gotten them. I said I would try to find out how to get them.
Discovering how to buy more would most likely mean talking with my former friend – which I adamantly refused to do. Hopelessly, I looked around on line for these glasses. They were very unique, and I rightly feared that I wouldn’t be able to find them anywhere, no matter how much I Googled my fingers off.
I never found them. Anywhere. And, I’m an expert Googler.
In the end, I gave mine to my friend as a going away present. They now made me want to cry every time I saw them in the cabinet, because they reminded me of my former friend and the hurt that was still somewhat raw. I hoped that taking them and giving them to my friend would wash them clean of cilantro, giving her something she truly loved and could remember me by in her new home.
I feel really deplorable because I didn’t tell her any of this story. I didn’t want her to associate them with some cilantro-esque story of mine. I just wanted her to enjoy her champagne and think of me. I hope that she will, even if she reads this post. It truly made me so happy to transform something that had become ugly to me into something beautiful again because someone I care about will enjoy it. I’m so profoundly sorry if I committed cilantro.