My husband likes to tease me that I fell in love with Alentejo bread before I fell in love with him, and honestly, it is a close call. The first time I drove through...

A friend of mine from Crete introduced me to dakos years ago at a dinner party, and I remember thinking it looked deceptively humble, a dried bread disc with tomato piled on top, right...

This is the salad that lives in my fridge for the entire month of August, right next to the pitcher of gazpacho alentejano (recipe on the site). Roasted red peppers, blistered until the skin...

I did not grow up eating espetada. My roots are Trans-os-Montes on one side and Sao Miguel in the Azores on the other, and Madeira is its own island altogether, with its own stubborn...

Wild blackberry brambles grow along every stone wall and abandoned field in Trás-os-Montes, and by late summer my grandmother would send us kids out with buckets, arms scratched to pieces, to pick enough amoras...

When it gets properly hot here, the kind of humid July we are having right now, I stop turning on the stove until the sun goes down, and this is the soup that gets...

My mother-in-law is from a village outside Lagos in the Algarve, and the first time she brought a morgado de figos to a family gathering here in the States, I assumed it was some...

Portuguese convent desserts are almost all built from the same short list of ingredients, egg yolks, sugar, sometimes almonds, and I grew up on the versions from my grandmother's corner of the country: encharcada...

Chaves is about forty minutes from the village where my grandmother grew up in Trás-os-Montes, and every time we visited as kids there was a stop at a pastelaria for a bag of pasteis...

I picked up msemen from a Moroccan neighbor two houses down who used to trade me flatbreads for my broa de milho (recipe on the site), which might be the single best food arrangement...