ha! take that vietnamese coriander

you thought you could trick me by dying, vile plant, all of your brethren withering to a slow and crinkly death. but nay, i have discovered how to make you happy, by sheer perseverance, trial and much error. you like a glass cover, indoors, facing south, in a terra pot with every-other-day waterings. you shall succumb to my will, and my springrolls.