Margaret Walton

Newly minted graduates should get ready to expect the unexpected | WHIDBEY RECIPES

This next Saturday afternoon at four o’clock, in the Comcast Arena in Everett, John and I will watch one of our six granddaughters graduate from… Continue reading

WHIDBEY RECIPES: Broke, and with the blues?

For years, I heard my father saying “What we need is a good recession, maybe even another Depression.”It was often said after reading yet another… Continue reading

Women always get blamed for shaking up the world | WHIDBEY RECIPES

Ever since Eve got mixed up with that sly serpent in the Garden of Eden, women have been blamed for many things and called by… Continue reading

WHIDBEY RECIPES | A tale of two sisters during Breast Cancer Awareness Month

In the wee small hours of the morning of Jan. 12, 1940, Dad woke both me and my older brother from sound sleep and told us to come with him to see what he said was a late Christmas present that had just arrived. Imagine our disappointment when we followed him into their bedroom and saw a tiny, pink, wiggling, squeaking baby in our mother’s arms; not the bicycle Sonny wanted nor the Sonja Henie skating doll I’d wanted. A baby, and not a very cute one at that point, either.

Regular or decaf? Either way, please keep your shirt on | WHIDBEY RECIPES

Margaret Walton wants equality among the barista body-bearing set

WHIDBEY RECIPES: Model Ts and dear old Dad

One hundred years ago, in October of 1908, Democratic nominee William Jennings Bryan was in a close race for president against Teddy Roosevelt’s handpicked successor,… Continue reading

A possible solution | WHIDBEY RECIPES

As most Record readers know, we have a rabbit problem on the South End, thanks to the one-time popular Barnyard Scramble held yearly during the Island County Fair.

Generation gap is more like a canyon | WHIDBEY RECIPES

Push, pull, push, pull, use even strokes and stay within the lines. Now circles, spiral after spiral across the page; keep them even, uniform and… Continue reading

WHIDBEY RECIPES: Column reunites long-lost friends

One thing I’ve learned over the years of writing this column is that I never know where my words might end up. I’ve been contacted… Continue reading

WHIDBEY RECIPES: Gotta love that Spam!

Spam is making headlines again. No, not the unwelcome flow of useless input that constantly pops into your computer; the other Spam, the pink meaty stuff that comes in a can.

Warning: This column may include adult language and situations | WHIDBEY RECIPES

Over the years, I’ve learned dirty words in several languages. I don’t mean to imply that I speak several languages, because I don’t, but for… Continue reading

WHIDBEY RECIPES | Nothing to lose trying brain booster recipes

Thanks to readers, friends and family members (who are often trying to reform my eating habits), I receive a lot of food/health related information, which I appreciate even if I don’t always follow through with some of the suggestions.

WHIDBEY RECIPES: Quitting is tough, believe me

Well, what a surprise it was to read in one of those “other” papers that Barack Obama is a smoker.

Remembering Dear John letters, and my own dearly loved John | WHIDBEY RECIPES

Are you old enough to remember what a “Dear John” letter was? I’m not sure if such a thing still exists in this day of instant communication with our devices; perhaps now you simply text the person you want to “dump” and do it. But, during several of our assorted wars, large and small, when a soldier on deployment received a “Dear John” letter, it meant that the person supposedly waiting for him to return was, in fact, not going to wait after all, and was informing him of the situation in that letter. We all knew what “getting a Dear John letter” meant.

WHIDBEY RECIPES: Let me count the ways

It used to be fairly easy to know if you’d sinned or not.The seven deadly sins were clearly spelled out; pride, gluttony, sloth, lust, greed,… Continue reading

WHIDBEY RECIPES | Scientists sure know how to step on my (dancing) feet

I’ve recently come across some very distressing information I’d never heard or read before. It has to do with becoming successful and/or wealthy, and what… Continue reading

WHIDBEY RECIPES: Recipes for dad to remind him of mom

I’ve been thinking a lot during the past few days about gifts I’d like to give my Dad for Father’s Day. Most of all, however, I wish I could give my Dad the one thing I know would make him happier than anything else, the one thing that could bring back that gleam in his eye and make him forget that he’s old and feeble now. I wish I had the power to give him back my Mom, Joetta, the love of his life for more than 70 years.

Best supporting actors will steal the limelight on Turkey Day | WHIDBEY RECIPES

The Oscar for a starring role will go, of course, to the plump, juicy, golden brown turkey, sitting center stage on the Thanksgiving table.

Where did the time go? Yesterday seems like yesteryear | WHIDBEY RECIPES

It seems only a year or three ago that we were in the midst of New Year hysteria, waiting to see the end of the ’90s, counting the seconds until the dawning of that bright, shiny new year, 2000, the beginning of a new millennium.

Indian summer? We need to chill out a little bit first | WHIDBEY RECIPES

In typical Pacific Northwest fashion, we’ve gone from moaning over our lack of summer weather to mild complaints about how hot and dry it has been this month.