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Fashion-forward food may be a bit too futuristic | WHIDBEY RECIPES
As the saying goes, just when you think you’ve seen/heard it all, along comes another surprise, and this…
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Reasons enough to celebrate | WHIDBEY RECIPES
Now that we’ve celebrated the Fourth of July and, for some, Bastille Day, you may think there’s not…
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Too much of too many good things? | WHIDBEY RECIPES
Why does it always seem to be either feast or famine? We go for months without so many…
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Summertime is here, and the eating is special | WHIDBEY RECIPES
It seems as though it took forever this year, but according to my calendar, “summer is a-comin’ in,”…
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Berries with the Beatles rings the bell | WHIDBEY RECIPES
This morning, about an hour ago, I sat in our “TV-office-all purpose” room, a bowl of freshly hulled,…
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Sweet holiday recipes for my first love: Dad | WHIDBEY RECIPES
My first love was the epitome of that romantic cliché “tall, dark and handsome.” He was slender, with…
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United Nations goes buggy with world food diet | WHIDBEY RECIPES
A quick check of our local markets, both indoor and outdoor, revealed that one of the current major…
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Dealing with another death in the kitchen | WHIDBEY RECIPES
It took two very strong men to carry the corpse out of my kitchen, down a flight of…
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Wooed by Olympias and other shellfish tales | WHIDBEY RECIPES
May has many good things about it; May Day, Mother’s Day, Memorial Day, to note only the major…
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World events make recipes trivial, but here they are | WHIDBEY RECIPES
There are times, and this is one of them, when words fail me; when I can’t be glib…
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Humor, stress are in the mix this April | WHIDBEY RECIPES
Several decades ago, April was officially designated as National Humor Month, with April 1 being the most humorous…
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Recipes to loosen up your hippocampus | WHIDBEY RECIPES
The hippocampus is connected to the neuropath, the neuropath’s connected to the cortex, and the cortex is connected…
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The wonders of rhubarb go well beyond pie | WHIDBEY RECIPES
There it is, my humble pie plant, insistent upon telling me it’s spring even as, at this writing,…