Coriander, grandma called it coriander, and I followed. I didn't know why I hated coriander so much when I was a child. I feel that the thick and distinctive smell of coriander is so tormenting and pungent. It's natural that I have a deep hatred for coriander. I don't * * *. At that time, I really didn't know it had a name called coriander, otherwise I would be angry.
I remember once my grandmother put coriander in the kitchen. As soon as I entered the yard, I smelled a strong smell of coriander, which was particularly unpleasant. The food with coriander was even worse. I burst into tears and resolutely refused to eat it, leaving my grandmother helpless. Because I didn't eat at that time, there was nothing to eat. My grandmother had no choice, so she borrowed an egg from a neighbor's house to cook for me and got me a bowl of boiled water with chopped green onion.
I smiled and the tears on my face were still wet. I am happy to eat eggs and cook chopped green onion water. Later, grandma washed the coriander, braided it and hung it on the wall to dry. Whoever wants to eat, put it in a bowl and stir it. I always keep my distance from coriander and never look at it.
But in my heart, I hope grandma can forget it once and put coriander in the vegetable pot, so that I can take the opportunity to eat eggs again, but grandma has never been careless, remember firmly that I don't eat coriander.
When you grow up, coriander is called coriander. I don't know when it started, and I don't hate coriander very much. I slowly accepted that it was coriander. Maybe it's mutton soup At that time, the boss put coriander in, and I said I didn't eat coriander. The boss said it wouldn't work without coriander, so I tried to drink mutton soup with coriander. Hey, don't say it's ok. It smells really good. Since then, I have never strongly opposed cooking with coriander, and I slowly eat with my family. Later, I fell in love with coriander and made a lot. By this time, my grandmother had passed away, and she would never think of me as a person who doesn't eat coriander and now loves it.
Every time I go to the vegetable market to buy food, I can always see the old lady selling vegetables turn coriander into small piles, which sounds like an old variety of coriander. I caught it and smelled it before I put it on my nose. Only a faint fragrance, not the strong taste of coriander when I was a child.