If it wasn’t clear from my old radiator shelfie lined with coffee-making devices, I like coffee. A lot. So much that I drink two or three big mugs of it a day. At one point I tried reducing my coffee intake (you might remember this) but I quickly realized that I feel pretty miserable when I don’t start my day with copious amounts of coffee (and then Thom informed me that I’m also a miserable person to be around when I’m trying to lay off the coffees). Thankfully, a switch flipped and I realized coffee wasn’t entirely to blame – it was the fact that I would drink three mugs of the stuff on an empty stomach. One mug on an empty stomach? Ok. Three? Not a good idea. For anyone. Ever.