For When You Need A Laugh Today…

My husband and I were laughing so hard when we watched this brilliant and very true video.

Had to share…


You Don’t Have to Love Pesto, But You Will Love This

Pesto Pasta

Dean does not like pesto. He swears it. He makes that scrunched up ick face at the mention of it. And yet – magically – I now have two dishes in our repetoire (this one quite often) that feature lovely pesto and none of that ick face. This week I even made my own pesto and guess what? He ate a big bowl of it. Perhaps, he was just relieved to have his pregnant wife finally cooking a hot meal, but I’m choosing to believe he actually likes pesto now.

The plan was to make pesto pizza on the grill, but the dough dried out and so I made a last minute switch that turned out to be the perfect summer pasta dish. I had it cold the next for lunch and it was delicious that way too.
Pesto Pasta, Love U Madly
Pesto Pasta with Shiitakes and Tomatoes

  • 1 lb Fusilli (or any pasta that has some crevaces for sauce to get stuck in)
  • Shiitake Mushrooms, sliced
  • Grape tomatoes, split in half
  • Parmesan
  • Garlic or garlic scape
  • Salt
  • Olive Oil
  • Basil Pesto: store bought or easily homemade (see below)

  1. Cook the pasta in salted water. Leave it a little undercooked as it will cook more in sauce. Drain and set pasta aside.
  2. Saute mushrooms, tomatoes, and a handful of pine nuts in olive oil with a little garlic or garlic scape. Use the same pan you cooked the pasta in so you have room to add pasta back later.
  3. Add a heaping spoonful of pesto the mushroom/tomato mixture and continue to saute.
  4. Add desired amount of pasta to mushroom/tomato mixture.
  5. Add the rest of the pesto mixture and stir into pasta.
  6. Throw in a little extra parmesan if desired. Season to taste.
  7. Enjoy hot, warm, or cold the next day.
  8. For homemade pesto, try this recipe:
  9. Combine the 1-2 cups of basil, 1-2 garlic scapes (or 2-3 garlic cloves), ¼ cup of pine nuts, 1 lemon (juice and zest), salt, and pepper in the bowl of a food processor fitted with the blade attachment. Pulse about 20 times, until fairly well combined. Pour in ¼-1/2 cup of olive oil slowly through the feed tube while the motor is running. When the oil is incorporated, transfer the pesto to a bowl and stir in ¼ cup of the grated cheese. If you plan to freeze the pesto, wait to add the cheese until after you’ve defrosted it.


Happy Fathers Day x 2

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Happy Father’s Day!

I’m considering myself quite lucky today. I get to celebrate two amazing men.

My Dad. A man who defines unconditional love and has never once wavered since he came into our lives.

My hubby. A man who kisses my belly so many times every day there’s no doubt he’ll have the same unwavering love for our little girl.

I plan to put them both on diaper duty in the future.

Have a great Sunday.



(Good Dads come in all different ways, read more about mine here)

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Babymoon: Cap Cana

A babymoon is the smartest thing expecting parents ever made up (second to a “push present” of course). Dean and I had our little getaway this past weekend in the Dominican Republic at the brand new Eden Roc Cap Cana Hotel. The property was stunning and the beach was breathtaking. We had absolutely no schedule (very unusual for us) and it was delightful. We slept, read, ate, and took the bump swimming in the ocean for the first time. We know our lives will soon change forever and taking a few days to appreciate just how lucky (and well-rested) we are right now was awesome.




babymoon, beachy









And all great trips should end with a dessert like this…

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Feeling a Little Proud of Myself This Week


I had quite an exciting week with my New York Times debut! I wrote an essay for the Anxiety column about the day I was groped on a subway car while two undercover cops watched. Instead of defending myself, I froze in fear and embarrassment which only cultivated deeper fear and embarrassment. I was honored to be published and quite shocked at the response the piece received. With 547 comments and counting, I couldn’t believe how many people have had similar experiences, helpful advice, and a few funny perspectives. Mostly, I’m fortunate to have had the opportunity to bring an obviously rampant issue to light. See a few of my favorite  comments below the excerpt…



I Was Groped On The Subway  BY: KIMBERLY MATUS

I was late as usual, weaving through the 72nd Street subway station, rushing down the stairs to catch a departing train, and managed to squeeze into one of the packed cars just in time. It was Friday, a few weeks after my 29th birthday. I was on my way downtown to my job at my family’s taxi business, casually dressed in leggings and a striped orange dress. I pushed my still wet hair out of my face and found a sliver of space to stand. As the doors were closing, one more person shoved his way in and the car let out a collective groan.

As the train pulled away from the platform, I felt a man pressing harder and harder against my backside. I tried to evade him but couldn’t move an inch in any direction. I looked over my shoulder thinking the buckle of his bag must have been digging into me but there was no bag. Only his navy sweat pants. Is that what I think it is? It can’t be. Read the rest of the article here….

Some of the responses…

B.S., Seattle, WA: “Kims’ piece concerning a groper in today’s Times rang a bell with me! I am 82, but in my high school days (very long time ago), going to school meant taking the subway (from Brooklyn, to mid-town Manhattan). At one station a well-recognized groper entered the train (we all knew him)… as the train filled, he came closer and closer with the same disgusting results Kim had- however I used a hat pin to solve the problem. This pin was a straight pin, about 3 inches long, with a blob of glass fixed to one end and very sharp at the other end. Women used such pins to keep their hats from blowing away in the wind. I wore this one under my coat lapel. In this case the pin was vigorously applied to the gropers hand, and was left in place! He never came near us again. Not a nice thing to do, but functional….”Malcolm, Austin: Kimberly, it had to take a ton of courage to write and publish this, but it will help other women in those situations.

SFish, New York, NY: “..the most important detail: the sweatpants. Ask any stripper–that’s the sign of an experienced perv. Easy access, maximum contact/sensation. Every time I’ve been flashed, rubbed up against, or groped on the NYC subway, the perpetrator was sweatpants-clad.”

MD, St. Louis: As a journalist, I was groped by a national political figure in broad daylight, who grabbed my breast twice as I interviewed him. there were multiple witnesses. Eyebrows went up but no one said a thing and I understand. The witnesses feared for their jobs and careers. I knew I would be scorned and doubted and humiliated by my editors, who would have never wanted to take on this powerful creep. Women everywhere will tell you that bringing it up just brings on more abuse. I don’t know the answer, but I believe Those with the courage to come forward. Thank you for this column.

Have you ever been in a similar situation?
I hope not, but if so I’d love to know how you handled it. Here’s to us all being brave and safe. 
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