
Cloth napkins might seem like a small detail, but they really make a difference at the dinner table. As someone who enjoys food and social eating, I love when everyone can enjoy their meal without worrying about making a mess. It makes the whole table feel a bit more special and welcoming and it’s those little touches that bring people together and make mealtime more enjoyable.
The delicate bird embroidered on my napkins carries a special story - one that began when I was just six years old. That was when I first picked up a needle and thread and created my very first canvas work in “arraiolos” technique. A small simple bird which reminds me of the joy of making with wide-eyed wonder and curiosity.


Black, green, brown, burgundy. Olives are the heart of Portuguese cuisine—from the simple drizzling of olive oil, to the rich stews and salads that bring families together around the table. They are harvested by hand and they are a symbol of our land and heritage. My surname carries this legacy as it translates to “olive tree”.



Social eating is part of my family tradition. Gathering around the table, eating bread and butter and sharing stories and laughter. The grilled “chouriço” is more than a snack, it’s a timeless ritual that connects us to home, heritage, and each other. The signature clay tray is part of our cultural identity and we pour it with alcohol to flame-grill the “chouriço”. Delicious!


The cod, or dare I say “bacalhau”, represents home to me. Portuguese eat salted, dried cod, which needs to be soaked in water for several days before is cooked. This is rooted in our family tradition and Portugal’s culinary identity. It reminds me of Christmas and all the other delicious meals you can cook with it — we say there are 365 ways to prepare salted cod, one for each day of the year.




Every time I think of my grandmother’s cooking, I remember the gentle ritual of her making soup with turnip, beans and cabbage. Each step was done with a quiet patience only she possessed and as the soup simmered slowly, the house was filled with a warm, earthy aroma that wrapped us like a comforting hug. This turnip is an homage to her.

