|…and some happy Dill over there on the left|
It almost sounds like a greeting, doesn’t it? “Cilantro, Signora!”
Apparently people fall into one of two camps when it comes to cilantro: “Love It”or “Makes Me Want to Barf.” And I’ve read that’s genetic, the same way some people’s pee gets a funny smell when they eat asparagus. (My discovery that I was in that particular genetic group occurred when I was pregnant, and my hormonally heightened She-Wolf sense of smell at the time put me off asparagus forever.) When it comes to cilantro though, I could pretty much eat it by the handful. I put it in green salads, eggs, turkey burgers, chicken salad, vegetable dishes.
A few of you asked last week about growing cilantro, and I’m still sticking to my story that it’s probably more dumb luck than anything. I’ve never been able to get it to “take” in the past. But the weather these last few weeks has been on the cool and damp side, with “marine layer” (e.g. fog, overcast) most mornings and evenings. I planted this time in an area that gets a few hours of mid-day sun, and water only from the sprinklers that keep the grass driveway green. This part of the yard also gets a bit of afternoon breeze. I haven’t fertilized yet, probably will today. And yes, am going to snip those flowering tops.
Do you have any tricks for growing cilantro or other finicky plants?
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