Good kind of memory mishap

I thought I had coriander rice first time at a colleague's house, but that was mint rice it seems. If memory modifies the things we ate, there's so much scope for creativity.

I had coriander rice for the real first time at a potluck and liked it. As a rule, I try to keep away from making rice dishes. But this time I made an exception for something that looks so tempting. It somehow felt like it would have a very good recipe.

My sense of measurement was so off, I have to remember to use another bunch of coriander for this.