My Portuguese grandmother is the best chef in the world. No, really. I spent a great deal of my childhood in my grandparents’ kitchen, and eating my grandmother’s food. Maybe it’s the nostalgia; the longing for those days, years ago, when I would help her make linguiça, knead the dough to make one of her wonderful breads, or just gladly wait for dinner to be served and devour it enthusiastically. That might be it, but I think it’s more than that. My grandmother and her four sisters have mastered the ability to create beautiful, delicious dishes while also evoking that nostalgia-or how the Portuguese would call it, “Saudade,”-by way of the foods they have been making their entire lives. This is a tribute to them and to their love for all of us.