I’m the first one to go all Joan Crawford on someone’s ass if I spy superfluous parsley on my entree. (Take off that useless flat leafed weed and put a sprig of Rosemary where it ought to be!) But I’ve always been insensitive to my husband’s anti-cilantro stance. Vietnamese and Mexican are the most important food groups in my life, and his hard line stance against the innocuous herb is a constant wrinkle in my dining experience, a real pea in my mattress. “Just pick it out,” I say curtly, with an exasperated sigh that clearly implies just how seriously I take the situation.Until I stumbled upon this site, I HATE CILANTRO, I could not empathize with his plight. Cilantro haters of the world unite. You are not alone. And I am sorry, sort of, for not taking you seriously.