the nose

i have a sensitive nose. always have. and i am pretty sure. always will. i embarrassed my parents many times when growing up. i had no filter on when you dont say what you are thinking. out loud. so if we walked into a smelly place. i would yell out. it stinks! with all our travels. this happened more times than not.

i now have the filter. but still the nose of a - hmm, maybe bloodhound? on wednesday before thanksgiving mother was making german food. it was delightful. pork loin. knodels or dumplings. gravy. red cabbage. a cold salad with belgium endive. while watching her prepare the food in the kitchen. she started to cut up cilantro. i knew it. i could smell it. i asked what she was going to do with that. she said i am cutting up parsley for the dumplings. and in her fashion, ended it with, you gotta problem with that. i said no. but thats not parsley. its cilantro. she remained chopping. and started to sprinkle the leafs onto the dumplings. she only did half. turned around to the refrigerator. opened the door. then the drawer and pulled out the remaing bunch of her "parsley". and said see, look on the lablel it says...cilantro. whoops. well why didnt you say anything. i screamed i did. i did. i smelt it and told you. she then rinsed them off and put the real parsley on top. she looked over at the stock for thanksgiving and said, well there is cilantro in that now too. ha. the nose never lies!