culantro

Updated: May 25, 2025

I cried, angrily. "Don't you think it is nice, Tatita?" "It's perfectly filthy; you've poisoned us!" But I soon recognized the smell of a kind of coriander with which the Indians occasionally saturate their food. Sumichrast, like me, had not got beyond the first mouthful; but Lucien, who shared to some extent l'Encuerado's weakness for the culantro, was having quite a feast.

Lucien Biart - Adventures of a Young Naturalist