This is a story about tradition, food memories, and baker’s math.  I have made Portuguese sweet bread at Easter every year since I was able

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When I was ten years old, I got it into my head that I wanted the kitchen table set. All the time, just like in

It’s tough being a news junkie. After social media, there are few aspects of modern life that can wreck havoc on your mental and emotional

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First name Emily. Last name Ávila. First half American. Second half Portuguese. Just like my life. Totally one, and totally the other. Here, no one

Within hours of the devastating U.S. Supreme Court decision to rescind the constitutional protection of bodily autonomy, we started getting queries. Texts, emails, and Linked

I am trying to resurrect my seasonal newsletter. This month’s issue is about summer’s slow ripening, and features a recipe for cherry clafoutis, and thoughts