Columnist: Debbie Matthews

Oct. 08, 2013 @ 11:51 AM

Hamburger, please!

I’m not a fan of Hemingway. 
Growing up, I was something of a tomboy, and I still enjoy climbing the occasional tree.  But Papa’s work is so testosterone-drenched that by the time I finished reading one of his short stories I’d have a 5 o’clock shadow, and need to get my prostate checked.

Oct. 01, 2013 @ 08:16 AM

My mom, she's wacky

Sep. 24, 2013 @ 09:59 AM

Pasta, pasta, pasta

From start to finish it was a complete exercise in too darn much.  Kroger had 10 boxes of Barilla whole wheat pasta on sale for $10. So I bought 10 boxes. Then I made dinner for Petey and me, using an entire 1 pound box. I don’t know what I was thinking.

Sep. 17, 2013 @ 02:01 PM

Crazy little things I love

As a kid when I was sick, my mom did the coolest thing. When we went to a drugstore to fill a prescription, my mom would buy me a small treat. Usually I would pick colored construction paper.
As an adult, I keep this tradition alive. If anyone in the family is sick, a small token for the patient is added to any medicine purchase.      

Sep. 10, 2013 @ 11:36 AM

Rushing the season

It’s a fashion term.  If in early September you’re sweltering in suede boots, turtlenecks and sweaters, you might be rushing the season.
As much as I love our Bull City, summer here is a Dante’s circle. I’m over it and yearning for fall by the day after Memorial Day. Summer is hot and sweaty, but the fall’s a smorgasbord of delights.

Aug. 27, 2013 @ 08:03 AM

The first pasta toss

Orecchiette is a small, round, cup-shaped pasta.  It means “little ears” in Italian.  I don’t see it.  I think it looks more like a stocking cap for Hipster Barbie.

Aug. 20, 2013 @ 10:01 AM

Joy of sammiches

It doesn’t matter what kind of childhood you had. It might be eating ice cream for supper or watching TV in your boxers, but every kid has something that they vow they will do differently once they get their own home. My best girlfriend Bo absolutely refuses to flip the top sheet upside down when making her bed, so when folded over the blanket it’s right side up.

Aug. 13, 2013 @ 04:13 PM

The 30-year cookie

Like many other little boys, this one likes action movies, amusement parks and peanut butter cookies.  He always wears baseball caps, and you can divine what he had for lunch by interpreting spots on his T-shirt.  He’s a charming, typical little boy.  Except this little boy is Petey, my 54-year-old husband.

Aug. 06, 2013 @ 11:00 AM

The healthy column

Don’t ever go shopping on an empty stomach.

Jul. 30, 2013 @ 08:07 AM

Eastern Durham pasta

When The Kid was home, I made a big batch of pink sauce studded with Italian sausage.  I like Gunnoe’s, but haven’t seen it in stores for years.  Now I buy sausage at Costco.  The sauce calls for about twelve links, but because it came from Costco, I have enough left in my freezer to open my own sandwich stand at the next state fair.

Jul. 29, 2013 @ 08:16 AM

Slow-cooked justice

I was going to be a judge at Duke Homestead for its Pork, Pickles, and Peanuts festival, but I had some concerns.

Jul. 16, 2013 @ 11:52 AM

Dishcrawl, Durham-style

I’ve long been intrigued by the notion of a pub crawl. But I’m a shockingly cheap drunk. So after the first half of the first spirituous libation, I’d be dancing on top of the table, closely followed by napping underneath it.

Jul. 09, 2013 @ 10:56 AM

Non-toxic veggies

Petey’s question: “Did you try to poison us?”

Jul. 02, 2013 @ 01:05 AM

Food adventures with the Kid and I

Did you ever consider two very different people, say, Clint Eastwood and Justin Bieber, and marvel that they are from the same species?

Jun. 25, 2013 @ 01:35 PM

To all the single ladies (and anyone else who loves cookies)

Ladies, have I got a guy for you.  It’s our family friend and my sensei of culinary arts, Chef Chrissie.