Friday, May 09, 2008

Herb-al

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. ;)

5 comments:

Donna said...

Sheesh. I'm cilantro.

I'm with your father on this one.

It tastes like soap to me, too.

C in DC said...

I always thought that coriander was the seed of the plant while cilantro was the leaf. In any case, I can't eat either. They taste fine, but they disturb my stomach faster than you can say Rolaids.

I'm garlic.

Jennifer said...

My friend says the same thing about cilantro. She hates it because it tastes like soap to her as well. I, on the other hand, LOVE the stuff.

Jenna said...

Interesting, I don't think I've ever had cilantro, honestly. I love it as a description of you, though. I think it's pretty apt. :)

Michelle said...

I'm Basil. Down here, with lots of Mexican food, there's lots of cilantro being used. The concensus is that you love it or you hate it - there's no in-between. I think Eric's got some growing in his herb garden.