Cilantro. Am I the only person in the world that absolutely hates the stuff? Where the devil did it come from anyway*? Never even heard of it until a few years ago. Now, it's everywhere: salsa, salad dressing, coffee, tea, every other entree on restaurant menus. It's even in some ales! Now, that's going too far, a crime against humanity if ever there was one.
And then there's arugula, not quite as repulsive as cilantro but a very close second . Would rather wash my mouth out with soap. The aftertaste would certainly be better. Less long-lasting, too. It's been a while since I've indulged in mouth soaping, but the memory remains. This will come as no surprise to those who know me: I was a wise ass kid, got the soap 'cure' several times. Sadly - or gladly, depending on your point of view - the cure didn't take.
Now, don't get me wrong, I love salads! Chef's salads especially. Happily, Trish makes fantastic salads, both delicious and attractive ("First you eat with your eyes," she says). Never, ever do they include the two maggot-gaggers named above. There are lots of other edible salad makings.
Roughage. That's what Mom called salads, a true roughage believer. Ahead of her time, actually. Never hear the term roughage anymore. Now it's fiber. A comedian on one of the SeriusXM channels has a routine about fiber. He complains that his daughter, a nurse, is always pushing him to eat more fiber. "Eat fiber, Daddy, lots and lots of fiber." He goes on, "Fiber, fiber, fiber! Twigs and leaves and bran! Ate so much fiber I started passing wicker furniture."
*Cilantro has been in use for 5000 years or more, probably originated in India, thought to be an aphrodisiac, especially in Asia. What's with the Asians and their weird aphrodisiacs? Can't get it up? There are more people of the Asian persuasion than any other ethnic group, so getting it up doesn't seem to be a major issue.
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