It’s funny. For most of my life I didn’t think of myself as being particularly crunchy. Until age 20, at least, I was your typical American girl. The only thing granola about me was my penchant for atrocious peasant shirts in middle school. But then you wake up one day and realize you’re the girl that cooks straight out of the garden, drinks raw goats' milk you milked yourself, gets acupuncture … [Read more...]