Because maybe…possibly…just perhaps someone who doesn’t know me personally might read this blog one day I feel that I should explain “foffee”.
Once upon a time my son, Max, called coffee “foffee”. It was cute. I liked it a lot. I posted it on Facebook so often that I inadvertently brainwashed other people and they started calling it foffee too. And so it was decreed that heretofore, henceforth and forevermore coffee should be referred to as foffee.