THERE are people who don’t like tea because they feel it doesn’t deliver as much kick as coffee. On the other hand, there are some others who don’t like both beverages, preferring milky drinks.
To find out what the people at home prefer, I played “Coffee, Tea, Milk People.” It’s a personality game I created for the activity, everything just for fun. I set up a beverage hub in our covered patio, which opens to a garden maintained by my aunt Tita Blitte. There were several flavor choices for tea, coffee and milk.
Uncle Gustave chose coffee because “It is what a real man drinks.”
“Uncle, I thought real men drink hard liquor,” Krystalle, my niece, said. “And that’s a stereotype image of men. You can drink milk and still be a man.”
“I agree with you, Gustave. Coffee drinkers want action. When we add milk to it, we are well-balanced, being in touch with our feminine side. We get things going also,” my friend Illustracio boasted.
“I thought it’s love that gets things going,” Krystalle said.
“What are you drinking, girl? Poison?” Illustracio asked and both of them laughed.
“Tea, which has many benefits. It has antioxidants, may help in weight loss, may protect your bones, and may help battle cancer.”
“In other words, because it’s all ‘may,’ there’s a chance it won’t work,” Illustracio said.
“At least we tea drinkers are mild-mannered; we’re cultured,” Krystalle said. “The British are well-known tea drinkers and they have very fine manners.”
“Hey, that’s another stereotype. Just because Gustave and I drink coffee, it doesn’t mean we don’t pull out chairs so women can sit properly,” Illustracio countered.
“If I know, you guys pull the chair under a woman,” Krystalle said and laughed.
“Milk is best!” Pannon, my nephew, said.
“Moo to you, little guy,” Ellen, my other niece, teased the boy as she sipped her coffee.
“Guys, guys, stop arguing or else I’d think coffee and tea drinkers are argumentative. But honestly I prefer tea also,” tita Blitte said. “We tea drinkers don’t do things impulsively.”
“And we do? Of course we don’t,” uncle Gustave said as he impulsively kissed his wife.
Just then, I called off the game to tell everyone the pizza I ordered had arrived. We cleared the table as my aunt opened the table-size pizza.
“Who wants coffee with pizza (no one replied)? Tea (silence)? Milk (no one mooed)?”
I smiled and asked the ultimate question: “Who wants cola with lots of ice?” And everybody said, “Me, me, me.”