Maria's Cookbook

Come July, my husband treats our backyard grill the way other people treat a church, and Lucas hovers nearby narrating...

Every January, my grandmother's kitchen in Trás-os-Montes smelled like woodsmoke for weeks. That's when the pig was slaughtered and the...

Portugal's convent sweets are basically an entire dessert category built on egg yolks, sugar syrup, and nuns with a lot...

Rabanadas are the smell of a Portuguese Christmas Eve: thick slices of day-old bread soaked in warm cinnamon-lemon milk, dipped...

Prego no prato is Portugal’s beloved café classic: a thin, garlicky beef steak crowned with a fried egg and served...