If you’ve ever wanted to truly understand where your food comes from. Learn to butcher with your own hands, connect with the people who raise it, and walk away changed. Crunchy Mama Farms is where you start. This isn’t a tour. It’s real work. And it’s waiting for you.

If the mention of Jesus makes you uncomfortable — If the idea that I believe in something bigger than myself makes you cringe — If reading this made your fingers itch to type some passive-aggressive bullshit about “organized religion” or “delusion” or “I didn’t know you were one of those people” — Then get the hell off my page.

Hands in warm organs, beef with backbone, and a Texas farm that reminded me why I ever picked up a knife in the first place.

The Miracle Berry doesn’t just change how food tastes—it manipulates your brain into questioning reality itself.