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    Emily Malone

    culinary arts grad. nutrition facts lover. vegetarian chef. marathon runner. country music maniac. failed dog trainer. barre fanatic. loving mama.

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Friday Favorites.

It’s Friday!  We have a really exciting weekend ahead, and – other than the whole missing dogs incident – we had a really nice week that is now behind us.  I have lots of baking and cleaning and laundry to do, but I wanted to pop in with a few fun things we’ve been loving lately. 


This sandwich.  It’s been a month now, and I can’t stop eating it. 

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In case you can’t tell, it’s a veggie BLT.  Essential components include: two hearty pieces of toast (or a brioche bun from Macrina Bakery if you really want your world to be rocked), an alarming amount of mayo, fresh butter lettuce, a ripe summer tomato, and at least five slices of delicious tempeh bacon. 

Seriously, the mayonnaise thing.  Why is it so good?  I don’t think I’ve had mayonnaise in my fridge in like five years, and now the jar I bought a few weeks ago is half empty.  I’m embracing it.  And breaking into cold sweats thinking about the end of tomato season.

Also, this chocolate bar. 

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It is exactly what it sounds like it would be.  In a word: amazing.  Graham cracker and marshmallow hunks within a thick slab of milk chocolate.  And it’s kind of a small-ish bar so I feel less guilty when I eat the entire thing (which is every time). 

And last, fresh peaches.  Peach season has arrived in Seattle, and I am gobbling them up.  This particular big beautiful peach was Cullen’s free “kid’s fruit” at the grocery store this morning.  Oops.

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I still can’t bite directly into a peach after a particularly traumatizing incident that occurred two summers ago, involving a big ripe juicy farmers market peach and about 4,000 tiny spiders found within instead of a center pit.  But sliced is just as tasty, and feels a lot less risky. 


I considered labeling this “fashion” but my fingers refused to type it.  I am so far removed from fashion that it is laughable these days.  I mean on a good, normal day I’m still pretty bland, but maternity clothes have taken this to an extreme. 

I’m 34 weeks along now, and nothing I have fits.  The baby appears to have moved into my backside, as it is growing just as steadily as my belly.  I broke down and used a 40% off coupon to get a few Old Navy maxi skirts to get me through to the end.  I am absolutely living in them.  I’m pretending like maybe I will still be able to wear these beyond pregnancy? 



Every week I go to Trader Joe’s and buy at least twenty bananas.  I don’t seem to be able to wrap my mind around the fact that Cullen will no longer eat them, and that they are inevitably sitting there all sad and black just as I return home with the next unnecessary green bunch. 

Our freezer overfloweth, so recently I’ve turned to baking.  As soon I hit publish on this post, I’m headed into the nursery to grab Cullen (who is waking up from a nap, and instructing his stuffed puppy to “take another bite” – what?), and then we are headed to the kitchen to bake banana walnut muffins together.  Baking with him is a huge mess, but also ridiculous fun.  Plus – muffins at the end, so an obvious win. 

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Okay this is not my favorite activity, but I have to talk about it.  Cullen has become completely obsessed with riding the carousel at the zoo.  He got hooked last weekend when we went to a concert there, and seriously hasn’t stopped neighing since.  Every morning I ask him what he wants to do, and he neighs like a horse and shouts “UP DOWN!” – it is ridiculous.

This morning, I finally indulged.  We had a fun walking and talking date with a friend and her little girl, highlighted by not one but two rides on the carousel.  I took him on the first time as soon as we got there, specifically parking by the entrance that is right next to it.  We were the only ones on the ride (not surprising, since the park had been open exactly one minute), and he had a blast.  At the end, as it slowed, I explained how the horses were getting sleepy and needed to rest for a while.  We would come back for another ride before we left for the day.

He seemed to accept this and I was happily buckling him into his stroller and mentally high-fiving myself for such a smooth exit, just as an ENTIRE SUMMER CAMP came running inside and climbed onto the horses.  Enter Cullen having a ridiculous meltdown, shrieking at the other children for being on the sleepy horses that apparently belonged to him. 

Being a toddler is complicated. 

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He is also in love with the Space Needle.  He and Casey have ridden the bus down there a few times, and now he loves pointing it out whenever he sees it, which is actually surprisingly often. 

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We have a few Seattle-themed books that are his current favorites.  I love that he loves something that is so Seattle specific – too cute! 


Coming.  This weekend. 

The last time my sisters and I were all together was back in May when we celebrated Sarah’s college graduation.  This weekend, Sarah is flying in from Indianapolis, and Rebecca is coming all the way from Connecticut with my nephew, Jonah!  This will probably be our last big family visit for a few months, as Rebecca and I are both having babies soon!

I can’t wait to see Cullen and Jonah together.  I expect a lot of drama over shared toys, and a lot of adorable photo opportunities.  I have a lot of cleaning and laundry to do before everyone gets here.  Oh, and just a few small house projects to finish up…

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I hope everyone has a nice holiday weekend planned!  Safe travels to those of you who are on the move. 

I haven’t shared any of these links here on the blog in a while, so in case you are interested, here’s what I’ve been writing about over on Babble these past few weeks:

Thank you, as always, for reading!


You guys are so awesome.  So much nice and supportive feedback.  I am so lucky to have this crazy outlet and opportunity to hear from so many of you.  So I’m gonna do something I never really do, which is talk about blogging. 

For some reason I feel like taking about blogging is really awkward.  I’m not really sure why – obviously everyone here knows I write a blog.  But writing it and writing about it feel very different to me.  Anyway, here goes.

Here’s the thing about writing and blogging.  I think it’s really easy for things that are really sort of a small thing to come across as a BIG DEAL through words.  Between writing here and on Babble, I probably average writing a thousand-ish words each day.  It’s easy for small things to look blown out of proportion.  And the person responsible for that is definitely me, but I’m human, and sometimes it’s what ends up happening.

Here’s the other thing.  I think my writing has changed a lot this year.  Some for the better – I’m a lot more introspective.  Some probably not – I’m also a lot more filtered.  Since I’ve become a mom, I’ve found myself really pulling back in some areas – feeling fiercely protective of my family and our privacy.  Then stop writing about your life online.  I know, easy problem to solve, right?

But I love writing!  And I’m not ready to stop just yet.  I’m just finding that I only feel comfortable sharing bits and pieces, and less of the whole picture than I used to a few years ago when I was younger and perhaps a bit more…free.  But the problem becomes just that – I’m only showing a part of the picture.  It’s one of those confusing things that I’m aware of, but I’m also unsure of how to fix it. 

And here’s another thing while I’m at it.  Sometimes I think I feel guilty about how good I have it.  I spend all day hanging out with what is arguably the cutest baby in the world (in my unbiased opinion), meeting friends for lunch and play dates, sitting by the water on sunny days, and still having the freedom to contribute to my family on my own terms, and by my own rules.  I find myself wanting to write about things we do or things we see, and I pull back because I worry I will sound like I’m bragging.  Or worse, ungrateful.  And it’s neither of those things – I’m just living this strange, evolving life in a new role I wasn’t sure I’d have, in a city I never thought I’d live in.  It’s not always great, but a lot of the time it is.

And so instead, what happens is I gloss over a lot of the good stuff.  I don’t photograph the really delicious meals that are made after sunset, because I hate overhead lighting and I don’t want ugly pictures.  And I don’t talk about how my friends came over and baked cookies at my house all afternoon and I laughed until my sides hurt.  And most of the time, I don’t post anything at all because I don’t want to miss all the good stuff happening around me.

But then a bad day happens, or we have a long week, and I get into a funk.  Casey is gone and I have too much time alone and in my head, and that’s of course when I end up running to the keyboard.  So I end up painting a picture that is probably the ugliest Instagram filter of how things really look.

So I’m going to try to stop doing that.  I don’t like feeling censored, and I think that is the direction that I accidentally veered off into.  And I hope that for what it’s worth, you guys know that I appreciate the (constructive) criticism here just as much as the compliments.  I know there are writers that turn their heads to complaints, but feedback is feedback, and I’m pretty proud of the community that we’ve fostered here. 

Please also realize that this isn’t an apology.  I’m not regretting what I posted last night.  My only regret is that I didn’t post Monday and tell you about the delicious dinner we ate.  And I didn’t post Tuesday and tell you about how we met one of my college friends for coffee, and then I dropped my entire lunch on the ground when I took it out of the microwave.  And yesterday, I should have told you that we went to a fun music thing where Cullen waved scarves and shook shaker eggs and it was adorable.

And this isn’t a big thing.  It’s just a thing, and I’m writing about it, because that’s what I do – I write.  And as even as exciting as our lives are at times, they aren’t always filled with BIG things.  There are lots of little things in between.

I’m not even sure why I’m writing this, or what triggered it.  Just something I’ve been thinking about the past few weeks, as posts have been staggered and felt just a little bit..emptier to me recently.  Sigh.  I think that I think too much. 

See what I mean?  Isn’t writing about blogging totally awkward?  That’s enough for now.  I promise I won’t do it again.  Can’t write a post without a photo though.

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If only we all had this much joy every day.

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