Unless someone asks me for tips or suggestions on ways to improve their life or their health, I try not to mention my crunchy approach to life except to share about me or my family, and only if it’s a natural part of the conversation. Take, for example, Father’s Day. I made two versions of banana pudding—one for my family and one for my dad. He doesn’t care about all the junk that’s in boxed pudding; he wants it to taste like his favorite memories of eating pudding. I’m not going to shame him for eating it, but I’m also not going to feed the boxed pudding to my kids. End of story.
