Coffee or Tea (or me?)
I am a tea person… I first discovered this when my first-ever Starbucks coffee (a free cup courtesy of an American boss) became my ticket to the Ayala movie house restroom. (Whew, thankfully they have nice and clean restrooms..) And other realizations were of the same kind so I’ve finally decided that no matter how aromatic and tempting coffee might seem to be – “I’d have to pass, thank you.” Ironically though, I could drink native coffee (a.k.a. kape from sinangan na mais) and my stomach could tolerate it. I remember when I was younger, my mother would serve breakfast with “buwad potpot” (dried fish) and “kape Dragon” and I would really enjoy pouring the coffee into my rice like it was “sabaw” (soup) . It was the only kind of coffee I could take without hurting myself …(I just remembered that as a child, I was told coffee would stunt my growth so I guess in a way that was also a psychological contributing factor that led to why I am not a coffee person. I never drank ...