I live a sheltered life. Except for being out under the open sky . . .
It may not have been until I was well into my 20's that I first recognized cilantro. Still, that can't be true because I was enjoying candy flavored with coriander as a kid. We'd "go into town" for trick or treatin' and bring back our paper bags from the nearest, more prosperous, urban community. There were the hard little translucent purple ones I liked and the odd little squares of what we knew as rice candy but with a flavor that I just associated with something very sweet.
Later, I evolved into a pipe-smoking, beer-drinking college student. As my tastes became a little sophisticated, I realized that the Carter Hall in my pipe and the best European beer I could afford for holidays, were flavored like those Halloween candies of my childhood. Coriander. It is even part of the recipe for a good, lean, smoked bacon!
Cilantro was probably in those Asian dinners along with the bok choy that I flat knew nothing about until I could actually see it growing in the garden. It was in most all of the South-of-the-Border dishes that I hungered for whenever I'd pass thru the doors of a Mexican restaurant. When I did discover cilantro, it was already an appetite stimulant - I'd probably be willing to follow anyone carrying a bunch of cilantro.
Odd flavor? I suppose I understand why some don't like it. I wouldn't even think to go so far as describe it as something not to be found in a kitchen, however. It must smell like dish soap to some. A lemon-scented dish soap . . . yeh, I guess so. I like it chopped fresh in a taco or sprinkled on an Asian salad.
Steve