Columnist: Debbie Matthews

Feb. 24, 2015 @ 06:42 PM

Let cookies be cookies

The other night I had the Cooking Channel on.  Before or after commercials they’ll sometimes run a quick clip with a simple recipe, or a cooking tip.


Feb. 17, 2015 @ 08:53 AM

Warm, gooey banana bread

So last week Petey and I had a couple of errands to run.  It was one of those really cold, windy, raw days.  The kind of day where you’d happily stay bundled up in bed sipping hot chocolate if you could.  But of course you can’t (or at least I can’t).


Feb. 10, 2015 @ 09:11 AM

A recipe for a pizza non-party

A potato salad party.  A pork chop party.  A buttermilk biscuit party.

 

     I would be much happier to attend any of those parties instead of a pizza party.  What is it about pizza that automatically makes it into a party?  Even ice cream only rates “social” status.  Sometimes I feel like I’m the only person on the planet who doesn’t adore pizza.


Feb. 03, 2015 @ 10:43 AM

A not fancy Valentine’s dinner

     I’ve written before about how Petey is the perfect spouse for me.

 

     But on the fancy/romance scale, he lands well above Blackbeard, but somewhere below Pepe Le Pew.  His heart’s in the right place, but he eschews elaborate trappings—he is absolutely and completely unpretentious.


Jan. 28, 2015 @ 09:53 AM

The unjustly maligned lemon

It’s a bum rap.

Calling a faulty piece of machinery a lemon — it’s wrong and unfair.  It’s just blatant anti-lemon propaganda.

 


Jan. 20, 2015 @ 08:56 AM

Open letter to me at age 25

Hey Debbie,

 

     So! How’s 1989 going?  I know that you think there’s nothing left to learn, but I’m writing to you from 2015 to stop you from making the same mistakes that this Debbie made.


Jan. 13, 2015 @ 10:08 AM

Stroganoff as Aunt Eliza cooked it

  My very favorite line from the original Star Trek series is, “I’m a doctor, not an escalator!”

     Hilarious, yes, but I kind of know from where Bones was coming.


Jan. 06, 2015 @ 10:32 AM

Notes on a spinach salad

When I was first given the opportunity to write this weekly love letter to food and the Bull City, I was completely at sea.  I had all kinds of questions.


Dec. 30, 2014 @ 08:46 AM

Fee day-o come and I want to eat some

In my daydreams, I’m glamorous and alluring.  Late at night, after an exclusive party, my driver brings me home to my large tastefully decorated apartment in a luxury building in Art Deco City.


Dec. 23, 2014 @ 12:19 PM

Pennies from heaven

I consider myself a pretty good home cook. 

But even if I won the Nobel Prize in brownies, the Pulitzer in meatloaf, or even an Oscar for my green pork chili, my friend Bosco would never let me forget about the cheese straws I made for him.


Dec. 14, 2014 @ 11:08 PM

Honest-to-goodness free lunch

As much as we love it, our family jokes that the worst first date ever would be lunch consisting only of Costco’s free samples.

We adore nibbling our way through the warehouse and grazing our weight in little bites.


Dec. 09, 2014 @ 05:00 PM

Go nuts? Don’t mind if I do with these recipes

First, let me start by saying that I am cognizant of the fact that neither peanuts nor chickpeas are nuts.

Both are legumes, but they possess a certain nutty quality.  And not just because they think “Jaws 2” was better than the original and sandals with socks are a good look.


Nov. 25, 2014 @ 02:24 PM

Winning Black Friday

    So Thanksgiving dinner has been served, eaten, and cleaned up.  Most of the relatives have gone home, and you’re reclining, semi-comatose, on the sofa.  Then Aunt Minnie from Altoona begins talking about Christmas shopping, and she Wants.To.Start.Tonight.


Nov. 18, 2014 @ 09:09 PM

Matthews: Sneaky pilaf

Here’s my wish for you:

I hope that after more than 30 years together, you and your SO (significant other) are still capable of surprising the heck out of each other.

 

Nov. 11, 2014 @ 11:36 AM

Matthews: Eat like a hummingbird

I’ll bet you think this is going to be about dieting, don’t you?