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...

I came to freekeh embarrassingly late, considering how much time I spend cooking with grains, but once I got my hands on a bag from a Middle Eastern market a couple towns over, it...

I first had skordalia at a Greek friend's Easter table, spooned generously next to fried salt cod, and I remember thinking it tasted like garlic bread had somehow become a sauce, in the best...

Walk along any Portuguese beach in the summer and you will hear it before you see it: a vendor with a cooler shouting "tremoços, tremoços!" over the sound of the waves. They are sold...