Maria's Cookbook

This is old-fashioned, farmhouse breakfast food, the kind my grandmother made on cold mornings before school with whatever cornmeal was...

My avó grew up not far from Mirandela, and alheira was the smell of her kitchen more than any other...

My husband still brings up a slice of this cake we had on a trip along the French Riviera years...

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

Pão de Deus translates to 'bread of God,' which is a lot of pressure to put on a breakfast roll,...