Is Cilantro Contagious? Take the Poll.
From valleywag.com
While having dinner tonight, my adorable husband relayed a story. He told me that he ordered lunch today, anticipating the cilantro in his moo shu wrap with salivating glee. He’s always popcorned cilantro, you see, and it has been hard for him to live with someone who cilantroes the devil weed as much as me.
He bit into his wrap…….and, it tasted like soap. Another bite……..more soap. Panicked, he wondered whether or not the cilantro repelling gene could be transferred through being married to his wife.
He then shook his head to clear the cobwebs and told himself he was making this up. With steely determination, he bit into his wrap again. More soapy tinge led to his pulling all the cilantro out of the remainder and setting its wilted nastiness on the far side of his plate.
Have I somehow “shared” my cilantro affliction with my husband? Will he ever be able to savor cilantro again?
You evil, evil woman! How could you do this to your husband. I just hope it doesn’t rub off on me. I love my cilantro. In fact, you could say I “relish” it.
I know, Michael. I am terrible. I sincerely hope that it isn’t contagious and that he fully enjoys its soapy nuances next time, without the soap.
That’s so funny — so he loved cilantro and you hated it, but somehow now you’ve warped his love of it?
Maybe he got some different variation of cilantro in his wrap (you know how there’s flat or curly parsley, lemon thyme or regular, a million variations of basil …) and that one just doesn’t agree with him?
Or maybe he finally realized that cilantro is awful? It’s just the sad truth.
Colleen, yes my husband adores cilantro. I want to vomit just thinking about it.
It could be that he got something a tad different than normal. I thought about that. I’ve never cared enough about the stuff to google whether there are different varieties. I won’t even allow it in the house. I cilantro it that much.
I’m glad to have found another fellow cilantroer of cilantro. Thanks for commenting and reading.
So, what would happen if he ate a bit ole cilantro salad just before landing a big kiss on you? Is that like matter and anti-matter meeting?
Michael, I hope he never tries such a nasty trick. That would be so mean.
Speaking of cilantro, Zia?
Zia indeed! Name the date next week – after Tuesday.