Next week starts what I have started to call my “dark ops stretch.” I call it that because I’ll be going dark for about 6 weeks to live, breathe, sleep, sweat, burn, and probably bleed my way through my Impatient Foodie cookbook. Terrifyingly, my brain has picked this moment to allow writer’s block to trickle in. Case in point, I had three whole days to write today’s post and I could think of NOTHING TO SAY. This is doubly tragic because I wanted to write about one of my favorite things in the world – coffee. What is triply tragic is that I tried to force my way out of my writer’s block by drinking more coffee and it had no effect, except for minor heart palpitations. If you’re thinking to yourself, “Elettra – take a breath, meditate for a bit, chill on the coffee, and come back to it?” I’ll respectfully answer this, “I breathe all the time, I do meditate (In fact, I am Day 25 of a 30-Day Meditation Challenge), and I will NEVER give up coffee.” Cause you see, I did give up coffee for 30 days once and I have two words to sum up that whole experience: Fuck That.