2010-04-15 15:58
digitaldiscipline
This is a repost of the comment I left on John Scalzi's blog, "Whatever," on the subject of cilantro.
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I like [cilantro] in extreme moderation, but have a ha-ha--only-funny-in-retrospect story about it anyways:
I seem to be wickedly reactive to artificial cilantro flavoring, at least as it appears in guacamole flavored Doritos.
Note: I hate guacamole, but those green-bagged devils are oddly compelling.
I had one of those snack-sized bags on a flight home from somewhere, like you do, and went to bed, feeling somewhat off. I woke up the next day, feeling more off, in a decidedly abdominal manner. I went to work, and felt progressively greater levels of discomfort, finally asking the one other guy in the office if he wouldn't mind taking me to New Orleans' Charity Hospital (as I didn't have health insurance, being the only non-retired guy in my company, the other fellows had their Medicare and retirement health insurance plans, and like that).
I present to the ER desk around 10am with acute abdominal pain in the vicinity of what google's assistance says an inflamed appendix would feel like - firmness, hot, tender to the touch, an elevated pulse and respiration. As I am not actively bleeding on anyone else present, or otherwise leaking or spewing bodily fluids, nor have anything visibly where it ought not to be, I take a seat, and will be seen eventually.
I spend eleven of the most boring, banal, uncomfortable hours of my life in that waiting room, with nothing more than a water fountain for sustenance, until, the pain having finally abated after my girlfriend arrived to pick me up shortly before 9pm, I go back over to the reception desk and say, "You win. If I come back in, it'll be on a fucking stretcher."
Artificial cilantro flavoring, man. Fuck that stuff.
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I like [cilantro] in extreme moderation, but have a ha-ha--only-funny-in-retrospect story about it anyways:
I seem to be wickedly reactive to artificial cilantro flavoring, at least as it appears in guacamole flavored Doritos.
Note: I hate guacamole, but those green-bagged devils are oddly compelling.
I had one of those snack-sized bags on a flight home from somewhere, like you do, and went to bed, feeling somewhat off. I woke up the next day, feeling more off, in a decidedly abdominal manner. I went to work, and felt progressively greater levels of discomfort, finally asking the one other guy in the office if he wouldn't mind taking me to New Orleans' Charity Hospital (as I didn't have health insurance, being the only non-retired guy in my company, the other fellows had their Medicare and retirement health insurance plans, and like that).
I present to the ER desk around 10am with acute abdominal pain in the vicinity of what google's assistance says an inflamed appendix would feel like - firmness, hot, tender to the touch, an elevated pulse and respiration. As I am not actively bleeding on anyone else present, or otherwise leaking or spewing bodily fluids, nor have anything visibly where it ought not to be, I take a seat, and will be seen eventually.
I spend eleven of the most boring, banal, uncomfortable hours of my life in that waiting room, with nothing more than a water fountain for sustenance, until, the pain having finally abated after my girlfriend arrived to pick me up shortly before 9pm, I go back over to the reception desk and say, "You win. If I come back in, it'll be on a fucking stretcher."
Artificial cilantro flavoring, man. Fuck that stuff.
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Seriously?
I need to find you some busy work.
:)
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I can only stomach that leadership development book in small chunks.
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however fresh cilantro has to be done 'just right' otherwise it sort of tastes like dirt
and you don't like guacamole? dang...what about avocado at least? that's the tastiest form of fat out there
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I'll make a note to never serve you the avocado spread on toast sandwich I love. And surprisingly Alton Brown's sardine with avocado recipe was not nearly as nasty as it looked on TV. My only problem was too much fat in one sitting = blar.
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