Ethel continues her rehab time and looks forward to writing again. Soon we hope she will be hitting the keys of the computer, and we can get more of her fresh (99 years of experience) stories and wisdom. In the mean time . . .
Some of Ethel’s helpers have had to learn a few things, very important things, like how to make a proper Woffee. We are all particular about certain things, and Ethel likes her Woffee. Here is her take on the stuff.
One of these days some smart cookie is going to open a Woffee House and it’ll be a popular place. I, in fact, will reserve my own personal table, and as I look around, I doubt if I’ll be the only one choosing it as first choice.
And if you aren’t aware of what Woffee is…well, you just don’t know Ethel Bradford very well. See, Woffee is one of my most favorite drinks.
The whole thing started several years ago when my boss, Jim Cornwell, came upon the fact that I like coffee, yes, but to me it’s a mixed drink. Half a cuppa coffee and half a cuppa water. Jim’s the one who named my watered-down brew, Woffee.
So it went. Day after day Ethel drank her Woffee, and, although my coffee has long been Sanka or one of its decaffeinated counterparts, it still comes to me as half and half. Woffee.
But, little by little the idea took hold and then, one day I chuckled, for, as I walked through the shop I heard Nedra, one of the neat gals I work with, call out to another gal, “Hey, while you’re going that way, will you bring me back a cuppa Woffee?”
And everyone knew exactly what Nedra wanted, and with no one even batting an eyebrow, she got her Woffee.
My friends have long known of my Woffee habit and simply think it one more of my oddities. But now I find Jim’s name for my morning drink is getting around.
It’s like this. I drop into a certain Coffee Shop quite often in the early a.m., and while there getting my breakfast, I also get my usual half-a-cup-of coffee and half-a-cup-of water. The most agreeable clerks are more than willing to get the water for me. Quick to oblige.
Doesn’t take long before they know exactly what I want to go with whatever else I order, and matter of factly bring me a cuppa plain ole Woffee. Well, the other day I buzzed into the familiar place, wended my way quickly back to the always-filled coffee pot, and. before I could even begin to serve myself, the gal greeted me with “You want a large cuppa Woffee, don’t you?” And I saw that she was already fixing it for me.
And, yes. I laughed and answered, “A large cup will be fine.”
See how a good thing gets around? So, if you’re in some fancy restaurant and hear someone order Woffee, don’t be surprised and don’t put the blame…or credit…on me.
I only drink the stuff…Jim Cornwell is the one who named it. Woffee, wanna join me in a cup?