Columnist: Debbie Matthews

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.

May. 27, 2014 @ 10:08 AM

Ooh Mommy

Picture two different guys, say “Star Trek’s” new Captain Kirk, actor Chris Pine, and the new Scotty, accomplished comedian and writer Simon Pegg.  The first face elicits an “Oh yeah!” and the second, “Oh well…”
They both have eyes, nose and a mouth. But there’s something about the size, shape and facial arrangement that makes a huge difference in the overall aesthetic. It’s an ineffable quality that’s hard to put into words, but known instinctively.

May. 26, 2014 @ 02:08 PM

Gazing and grazing at food-centric ‘Agfest’

Let me tell you, Romeo and Heathcliff have nothing on Petey in the romance department.  Friday he took me on a dream date.  We went out of town, and had lunch at a local landmark.

May. 13, 2014 @ 10:03 AM

That’s how I roll

I just turned 50 last month, so I now have the legal right to say this: Kids these days don’t know what they’re missing.    

Foods like Hydrox cookies, chocolate-peanut butter Oompa Loompas, Mickey D’s McFeasts, and Fruit Float; they’re all but a memory. 

When I was little, in the freezer section of most supermarkets was an ice cream cake.  

May. 06, 2014 @ 08:48 AM

Don’t be that guy

I am confident that you, gentle readers, are the perfect restaurant guests for whom every staff hopes.
But perchance you know someone who might benefit from a subtle refresher course (maybe you could leave this column where they will see it). I’ll be addressing this column to you, but we all know that I really mean “them.”