Columnist: Debbie Matthews

Sep. 09, 2014 @ 11:21 AM

Matthews: Steak for a song

Take heed my readers, and you shall all know

How to have three steak dinners without too much dough

Oh jeez, I just reread this. Is it really as uber-dopey as it looks? Sorry.


Sep. 02, 2014 @ 09:34 AM

Matthews: Jolly green giant dog

Over the winter our Anatolian shepherd Riker was fighting a skin allergy. He was put on steroids. 


Aug. 26, 2014 @ 10:50 AM

Matthews: Lunch boxer rebellion

My poor mother.
Growing up, I tormented both parents.  Criminally lazy, I did my very few chores only after the threat of bodily harm. I took evil delight in pushing my brother’s buttons (most of which I’d installed). I’d try to see how many kids I could drive with in my 1971 Dodge Dart Swinger, Lancelot (the record stands at 11). My religion was “Question Authority.” 


Aug. 19, 2014 @ 10:04 AM

Matthews: My friend, Pablamente

He was quiet, wore glasses and was the kind of redhead that ran a real risk of bursting into flame when exposed to the sun. He was also one of the smartest, and most talented kids in our class.

 

Aug. 12, 2014 @ 01:53 PM

Ballad of Petey’s chicken stew

Ladies and germs — we have an authentic Christmas miracle.

I’ve mentioned before how impossible is it to get Petey to choose our evening meal.  I get bupkis, neither by spontaneous utterance, nor when he’s prodded by a spouse who shall not be named.  

 

Aug. 05, 2014 @ 10:19 AM

Cream of consciousness

Perhaps you’ve noticed my email handle at the end of the column every week; it’s ‘Momsequitur’.

 

Jul. 29, 2014 @ 10:47 AM

Remedial recipes

When I write a column, it’s a careful dance.


Jul. 22, 2014 @ 10:21 AM

Durham is almost perfect

My kitchen sensai, Chef Chrissie, has taught me many things.


Jul. 15, 2014 @ 07:36 PM

Gee whiz, a simple parfait

I’ve done it a total of three times.

The first time was like being flung out of a giant slingshot.  The next two were more gentle and gradual.  The final time it lasted six hours.

Many people do it alone, but being a novice I always did it with another person.


Jul. 08, 2014 @ 10:33 AM

Stick this

“They’re either going to be amazing or a horrible, horrible failure”.

 

Jul. 01, 2014 @ 09:49 AM

Summer & sammiches

Yeah, I could act like a grownup and stoically deal with the summer heat and humidity. But whining and moaning like a big sweaty baby is how I live my truth.


Jun. 24, 2014 @ 08:57 AM

This spud’s for Petey

When I told Petey that I thought I’d write this piece about my new preparation for potatoes, he said they definitely deserve their own column. 

 

Jun. 17, 2014 @ 08:59 AM

Get shorty

Some things just aren’t worth the darn effort.

 

Jun. 10, 2014 @ 09:16 AM

Food chat: board of ed(ition)

It’s something that happens, but no one ever talks about: we do have favorites. It’s true, people in retail have favorite customers.

Years ago, when The Kid was in preschool, and everybody was doing the Macarena, I worked at a small neighborhood bookstore for my friend Bosco. 

We had lots of regular customers. Some of them we dreaded. Most we did not.

 

Jun. 03, 2014 @ 10:25 AM

It's in the bag

If our house ever caught fire, after I made sure Petey, The Kid, and our pooch Riker were safe, I’d go after a few material things.
I’d grab my computer, my awesome gray suede boots, and a very special bag.
It’s not a Kate Spade, a Burberry, or even a Birkin bag.  This bag may not be as pretty as any of those dream purses, but its versatility can’t be beat. It’s actually a plastic bag that I keep in the fridge.