By the next day it had been washed, dried, and separated into two plastic bags. Of course she used paper towels to dry it so now I can't ever eat it, due to my weird intolerance of squishy wet paper towels.
Granny: "Is that parsley in there? Because I washed it and dried it..."
Me: "Granny, you don't have to do that. It's cilantro."
Granny: "I didn't know if you'd be mad at me for doing it..."
Granny: "You should put half of it in the freezer, I always used to freeze parsley."
Me: "No, I don't need to freeze it. Granny, I'd prefer if you didn't wash my stuff."
Granny: "WELL I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO DO WITH MY DAY!"
Half of the cilantro is now residing in the freezer. I know I didn't put it there.