I remember the first time I tasted nattō. It was not on the menu. My roommate Niki, at Naropa University, inquired with our server at Hapa Sushi. Niki was cooler than me—a golden girl with a Volvo station wagon. She introduced me to midwifery, pairing gouda with basil and told great stories about hiking through Big… Continue reading Believe it or Nattō