Maybe thick, heavy biscuits aren't the most romantic food for this Valentine's month, but if there's one thing we know about love, it's that you must appreciate what you have to have love at all. And we have a ton of coconut flour. The thing about coconut flour is, it sounds festive. And maybe you also think you read somewhere in an article something about coconut flour and heart health-- or brain synapses? So maybe you pick some up in the grocery store and think "Huh, thi

We are happy to be on the road again, happy to be heading toward warmer weather, but we are sorely missing Vermont already. The snow, the tasty local foods, the friends-- and, of course, the maple syrup. Lucky for us, we stocked up before we left. Which explains our shameless plug for our friend, Chris, of Makin Maple. Chris and his son, Alex Parker (known as Alex Parker & Dad) is one of our favorite Vermonters. He's as sweet as his syrup, and when you are loading up on

It's been a fun month for us, celebrating Mallory's birthday, peaking back through familiar territory, parking in Nashville pal's driveways and streets, and snagging a few shows in between. And the food-- oh, boy. The Rough & Tumble are definitely carrying a few extra pounds on them. In Nashville, between their friend Kristie's celebratory vegan Nacho Night, picking up a few day job hours at her vegan meal delivery service kitchen (and getting to take home a few goods), an

It's Mallory's Birthday! Which may lead you to believe that today's Rumbly Tummy would be a special birthday cake recipe. But instead, we are celebrating by bringing you a recipe for her homemade granola! Sure, birthday cereal may not be a tradition in your house, but here in Rough & Tumble Land, it's a staple. Also, we've been spending a lot of time at Mallory's sister Devon's house. She lives in Tallahassee in a place that has electricity and... get this.. an OVEN! An

It's Monday morning and we are parked in the Wall Drug parking lot, just outside the Badlands in South Dakota. The dogs and I just howled like coyotes in our excitement of the cold weather and the celebration of the end of another long weekend of fun, but tiring, shows. Scott is doing an inventory of our refrigerator, pulling the nearly too-far-gone tomatoes and the wilting cabbage out, "The radish green and radishes on the bottom right should probably go," I say. "Ooooh,"