Margaret Walton

WHIDBEY RECIPES | Dinner will be better without that familiar pair

It’s the day before Thanksgiving and most of us have planned our menu and done the necessary shopping, or decided which dishes we’d prepare to… Continue reading

WHIDBEY RECIPES | Too many cooks in the kitchen

You’re probably familiar with the old saying, “Too many cooks spoil the broth,” which I usually take to mean that having more than one or… Continue reading

WHIDBEY RECIPES | Now we wait, and we watch

Well, it’s finally over.Just when we thought it would never end, wham bam and it was over.We have a new president and family, and finally… Continue reading

WHIDBEY RECIPES: Check back in four years

On the last Friday of October, 2004, four years ago,I wrote the following, as part of a post-election column:It’s a very strange thing to be… Continue reading

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

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

WHIDBEY RECIPES: Trick or tax treat?

No ghoulish masks, no rattling skeletons, no mysterious moans and groans, no tombstones, smashed pumpkins or witches on broomsticks. Nevertheless, I’m about as scared as… Continue reading

WHIDBEY RECIPES: Looking back at second chances

At a recent luncheon with friends, the conversation turned to “things I wish I’d done differently.” This was triggered primarily by one woman’s lament that she’d waited far too long to take up painting, which is now her passion and which absorbs hours of her time every day.

WHIDBEY RECIPES: Fall fell fast this year

Did fall come sneaking around the corner far too fast and with little warning? It seems to me that one day we were running around in shorts and T-shirts, hearing talk of record temperatures in a few spots. The very next day, we’re shivering in our sweatshirts and searching for those heavy sweaters we tucked away only a couple of weeks ago.

WHIDBEY RECIPES: Zucchini, we hardly knew you

Every year, at about this time, you can expect the inevitable zucchini column. For reasons unclear to me, I always feel compelled to write about the many possible uses for the excess zucchini that is typically part of the bounty of late summer/early fall.

WHIDBEY RECIPES: Teachers help shape the people we become

If I were to ask you what you consider to be the most important job in the country, what would you answer? President? CEO of any of our huge major industries? Secretary of State, or Treasury? The general in charge of our everlasting war in Iraq?

WHIDBEY RECIPES: Another bag lady in trouble

The first time I went to Vienna, more than 20 years ago, I went with my stepdaughter, who lives there, to a local market to do her daily shopping. At that time, there were no “supermarkets,” such as Safeway, Albertson’s, PayLess, etc., and most women, working or not, stopped in at local shops for foodstuffs on a daily basis.

WHIDBEY RECIPES: Nothing can compare to our small Island County fair

When the weather cooperates, there is nothing more fun than a small county fair.I’ve been going to one or another ever since I can remember,… Continue reading

WHIDBEY?RECIPES: Olympics-inspired Asian-style recipes

It gets harder and harder to find good news these days. From e-coli outbreaks, bear attacks, murder trials, food and fuel prices, to a freak fatal stabbing of an American tourist in Beijing just after the uplifting opening of the Olympic Games, I can find little to be joyful about as I scan the newspapers or listen to television newscasts.

WHIDBEY RECIPES: Finicky eaters become boring

One of our neighbors was chatting over the back fence about friends who were coming for dinner. She was trying to come up with a menu, which surprised me because she’s an excellent cook and I figured she’d have dozens of possibilities. Not so, because, as she went on to explain, the husband of the couple who were coming that evening was one of those tiresome folk who have a list longer than your arm of “I don’t eat that; I don’t like that; I never touch things like that.”

WHIDBEY RECIPES: My bucket list has a hole in it

What’s in your bucket ?

WHIDBEY RECIPES: Fresh berries are worth the wait

“Everything is late this year.”

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