I learned today that some folk hate Cilantro. Read in the Wall Street Journal that there’s actually a Facebook group devoted to Cilantro hate.
Well, to each his own.
As for me, give me your Cilantro. I’ll take what you don’t want. I love it! In fact, I hereby put everybody on notice that I want Cilantro placed in my coffin. Oh, I know that sounds morbid, and it is, but I love Cilantro.
I love Mexican food too. I’m hoping God is Mexican. Eternity is a long time and the idea of one long Mexican fiesta with bunches of Cilantro—oh, the thought of it.
But I can’t expect everybody to be like me. Isn’t that a big part of the world’s problem—we expect everybody else to be like us!
I’m praying Cilantro-lovers and Cilantro-haters can peacefully co-exist.