“I am tired of the bad press!  Drinking black coffee makes you a psychopath!” The coffee lamented.

“Well, caffeine is definitely not something to write home about!” This came from the turmeric, mighty chuffed at being touted as a ‘super food’ with anti-inflammation properties.

The Taj tea sighed, remembering the number the times it had to reinvent itself to remain relevant. Gone were the days when tea meant just Chai…with milk and liberal sprinkling of sugar.  There was this green-tea wave that relegated it to the background. From wah Taj, it went to woe Taj! Then there were the lavender, chamomile, Oolong, Tulsi , Herbal, Macha , white tea and a dozen others before he was brought to the forefront, now consumed without milk..so technically black!

The sugar beside the tea said testily, “Tell me about it! All things white is bad.  I am tired of these food experts who change their opinion faster than the weathermen!”

“Well, what else can you expect from these capricious humans?” the wise old wheat flour wheezed smiling at the sad little white rice. After fighting the Quinoa, Millets, Buckwheat of the world, they were getting a fresh lease because their best friend, the celebrity nutritionist Rijuta Diwekar, kept speaking about going back to one’s roots and was touting the goodness of dal, Chawal at night after the world and its wife came down heavily on both of them for inducing diabetes, weight-gain and multitude of sins.

The potatoes in the corner were silent. They realized early-on, the Kale, broccoli, Brussels of the world, could never match upto their taste and hence, now and then they were  found themselves in the forefront, when the taste buds went on strike.

As the discussion raged in the kitchen, the brat of the house screamed, ” I want Pizza!”

The turmeric, too, had the grace to blush.

This blog post is part of ‘Blogaberry Dazzle’
hosted by Cindy D’Silva and Noor Anand Chawla
in collaboration with Dr. Preeti Chauhan.

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