Maggie's Farm

Growing up in California, I ate lots of Mexican food. I always had a thing for salsa.

Then I moved to Florida.

The first week here, me and a buddy went to a Mexican restaurant. I grabbed a chip and dunked it in the salsa.

"Yuck! What's IN this shit?"

Cilantro.

Because of the Caribbean influence, the stuff's everywhere. It was also about the last time I ate in a Mexican restaurant. So chalk me up as a cilantrophobe -- as the article would have me be labeled.

"Some people may be genetically predisposed to dislike cilantro, according to often-cited studies by Charles J. Wysocki of the Monell Chemical Senses Center in Philadelphia. But cilantrophobe genetics remain little known and aren’t under systematic investigation."

Bwah-hah! So, along with the "fat gene", "smoker's gene", "fear gene", "divorce gene", "bad parking gene" and
all the rest, apparently there's also a "cilantrophobe gene".

I see.