My avó on my mother’s side was born and raised in São Miguel, in a village not far from Furnas, and every summer of her childhood meant the smell of sulfur and the sight...

Between my bacalhau à Brás and my bacalhau à Gomes de Sá (recipes on the site), you would think I had covered every angle of Portuguese salt cod, but this one is different from...

My husband ordered bochechas de porco at a tiny tasca outside Porto on our last trip back, mostly because he did not recognize the word and wanted to be surprised, and he has not...

A friend from Ramallah introduced me to sumac years before I knew what to do with it beyond sprinkling it on hummus, and musakhan is the dish that finally taught me. It has quietly...

By late summer my garden is producing more zucchini and green beans than any one household should be responsible for, and soupe au pistou is the dish that saves me every year. It is...

A Moroccan neighbor of mine brought this to a potluck years ago, coiled up on a platter like something out of a fairy tale, and I remember being almost too charmed by it to...

Some dishes teach you patience, and this tagine is one of them. Chicken simmered low and slow with ginger, saffron, and a hit of preserved lemon until the sauce turns thick and glossy and...

I will admit that Italian food is underrepresented on this site, mostly because I grew up on the other side of the Mediterranean and had to actually make Italian friends as an adult to...

I call this “Turkish pizza night” in front of the kids because that gets both of them to the table without complaint, and technically I am not lying, lahmacun really does get compared to...

My grandmother's village in Trás-os-Montes did not have much in the way of fancy desserts, but it had tigelada, and honestly, tigelada does not need to apologize to anyone. It is a rustic baked...