While cilantro craving may not seem that entirely odd, (okay, maybe no one else craves cilantro) for me this is super strange. You see, I have hated cilantro since I was first made aware of it's existence. I remember it vividly. I was 18 and living in Atlanta. I went to a party were they had real mexican food. No Taco Bell taco kits, it was authentic mexican food. This was first time I ate cilantro and I thought it was gross. I have tried it time and time again and every time I hated it. I wanted to like, no good cook would dream of cooking mexican food without it. But, despite my desire to like it, I couldn't get past the taste. I remember almost bursting into tears at Moe's when I was pregnant because they put cilantro on my burrito. I hadn't tried it since having Henry and guess my taste buds have changed because I love it. We went to Taco Mamacita last week for a friends birthday (Hi Cassie!) and there was a ton of cilantro on my taco and I adored it. Really, I couldn't get enough. Cilantro has been in my mind for the last week. I needed more, so I decided a feast was in order. I whipped up some black bean and steak burritos with some Mexican street corn. During the prep of dinner, I was eating the cilantro plain. That is how much I now like cilantro . I have read that your taste can change after giving birth. This must be what happened because that is the only thing that might possibly explain my new found love for cilantro.
Henry was the most excited about our monday night Mexican Fiesta. He was busy crawling around the kitchen pulling everything out of the cabinets while Jason and I finished pulling dinner together. All the sudden he started sneezing. One sneeze and then another and then another. I glance down and noticed he was hauling baby butt to escape to the dinning room with something in his hand. This is always a suspicious behavior. Babies are smart and they know when they have done something wrong. As I got closer to him I realized he had my bottle of ground cumin in his hand. He had unscrewed the lid and poured the contents all over himself. I am still not even sure how he managed to get it in his hands and dump it on himself while Jason and I both were in the room with him. In between his sneezing we stripped him down to his diaper. Since he already smelled like a mexican restaurant, we decided to let him feed himself. Yes, letting a baby eat black beans is as messy as it sounds. Here he is enjoying my corn. My favorite part is the end of the video, he is mad because he dropped his corn and he wants more. He is only playing along with our request to wave and clap because he thinks it will help him get more corn. It didn't. We are such mean parents. Oh, you can also hear him yell at Ann.
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After this, he went straight into the bath tub. Although, all day I swear I can still smell lingering hints of cumin.
By the way, our dinner was so good that we ate it up before we could snap a single picture. But trust me, it was tasty.
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