What spice am I? It turns out I'm no spice; I'm an herb. (Spices are dried. In America the dried form of cilantro is coriander; in the rest of the world, the whole thing is coriander.) Look--a nine- fingered pendant!
You Are Cilantro
The bad news is that there are some people who can't stand you.
The good news is that most people love you more than anything else in the world.
You are distinct, unusual, fresh, and very controversial. And you wouldn't have it any other way.
Fresh and controversial, indeed! Irony: my dad hates cilantro--he doesn't taste it the way other people do. When I told him it tasted like grass he told me it tasted like soap. I wouldn't like that either.
Anyway, mom and pop left today. They're off to continue my dad's retirement celebration in Vegas. Let's just hope they don't blow the whole retirement account...I want some of that for an inheritance. ;)