rico supper club is an intimate dining experience where food, art, and design come together to tell stories. Each gathering is carefully curated—a moment in time, a conversation, a fleeting artwork made of flavors, textures, and memories.

With a background in visual arts and communication design, I see food as more than sustenance—it’s a language, a material, a way to connect. Influenced by the various cultures I lived in and explored in my travels, by stories, myths and dreams, every supper is a fusion of ideas and cultures, shaped by curiosity and experimentation.

From the menu to the table setting, every detail is designed to spark dialogue, awaken the senses, and create a shared experience that lingers beyond the meal. At rico supper club, food is not just something to eat—it’s something to be felt, questioned, and remembered.

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Sometimes all it takes is one message: “When are we gathering again?”
And suddenly, the witches assemble. No formal invitations, no full moon required, just a hunger for connection, a bottle of something strong, and the promise of a night

Ideas are funny beings. They arrive like little fairies, landing in my ear, whispering spells that stir my eyes to see what was invisible a second before. That’s how Edible Earth came to me.

One late summer afternoon, I was on my “privat

Round as the moon,
Braided with care,
Salt for the spirit,
A spell in the air.

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For the witches’ brunch, I baked a colac: the Romanian round bread braided for moments that matter. Births, weddings, funerals, feast days. A bread of cycles an

“To look at a flower and think of sex—what exactly can this mean? Emerson wrote that “nature always wears the colors of the spirit,” by which he meant that we don’t see nature plain, only through a screen of human tropes

I came here with an appetite…for change, for something that would stir me….
Not just a new skill or title, but a different kind of knowing.. The kind that settles in your hands before it reaches your mouth..or head.

This course didn&rs

TONGUE-SPOON 👅🥄 | A Critical Edible Artefact
A spoon you can lick, bite… and that kind of licks back.

Created during the 3 Days 3D workshop at the Master in Food Design in Bilbao, guided by the tech designer @betiana_jpg , this project is p

PAN DE MOLDE 🍞 PAN DE MUERTE ⚰️
Funeral pod made of bread. Yes, sliced bread.
2025 | Master in Food Design at IED Kunsthal Bilbao
Under the guidance of the brilliant @elsayranzo

So… I’ve been thinking a lot about bread lately. Like, a

Lately, it’s been me, Albredo, and the quiet.

Twelve days of feeding, sniffing, watching him evolve from a jar of wet flour into a breathing, bubbling life form, while my own body moved from fertile days into the thick, murky waters of the lut

I was curled up on the sofa, half-watching, half-snacking, when the new season of Chef’s Table: Legends started rolling. You know the feeling—you press play, expecting some light inspiration… and suddenly, you’re teleported.

Once upon a tea party… 🫖🧁&spades;️&hearts;️&clubs;️&diams;️🎴🪄

For 🧝🏻&zwj;♀️MiniMalene’s surprise polterabend—a Mad Hatter Tea Party🎩 pulled together by a fabulous crew of girlfriends—I made a little something: a playi

The Last Supper: Part 3/3 : And then came dessert.
The final act, the sweet salvation. The dessert“For Our Sins.”

It unfolded in four acts, like a well-paced gospel with a surprise ending.

ACT I: The Popsicle (The Blood)
A deep red pop

The Last Supper: Part 2/3 : And then, we feasted.

But not just for nourishment—no. This was a meal rooted in ritual, region, and resurrection. Every dish carried the weight of a story, a whisper of the past, or a wink from the divine.

This is

The Last Supper : Part 1/3

📜Once upon a Thursday… somewhere between scripture and supper, a story was set in motion.

I became Andreea Magdalena👰🏻&zwj;♀️, and together with my beloved Alex Christ🧔🏻&zwj;♀️, we invited our disciples to the

VÉRTIZE CLUB — una rave comestible del futuro

So here’s the story: as part of the Food Event module in my Master in Food Design at IED Kunsthal Bilbao, we got this brief—create a multisensory food experience that helps a sli

🌊 Part 5/5: The Ritual – Eyes, Reflection & A New Way to See Blue

At the heart of our Blue Blue Brunch was a ritual I didn’t fully know how to explain—until it happened.

Instead of the usual menus (containing foods & dish

🌊 Part 4/5: The Emotions – Feeling Blue, Together

There’s something different about the way blue feels this time of year.

January carries this strange emotional weight—soft yet heavy. The celebrations have quieted, the sparkle ha

🌊 Part 2: The Color Blue – Strange, Sacred, and Rare

The more I immersed myself in this idea of a Blue Blue Brunch, the more I started realizing just how peculiar the color blue really is.

It’s this contradiction—everywhere and n

🌊 Part 1: The Invitation – Living in the Blue

Since I decided to create this brunch, it feels like blue has been following me around. Or maybe I’ve been following it.

I’ve started noticing it everywhere. The pale softness of the

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