Death by Cilantro

The image came to me in a fever dream, the idea festering in me for years previous. I simply had to do something about it. I’m hypersensitive to cilantro. I can’t physically make myself enjoy this demon herb. It ruins any entree of which it’s a part. It wrecks my taste buds, leaving nothing behind but soapy notes of despair. I’m genetically flawed in the eyes of cilantro. Cilantro is genetically flawed in the eyes of me. This phenomenon affects less than 15% of the population. Color me unlucky.