Cold soups weren’t in my vocabulary before I went away to study in a temperate country for the first time, and summers were very, very….well, summery. In my mind, soups were hot: clear and brothy, creamy, or a bit gluey.
But then there were those hot summer days on which meaty or potatoey dishes just made me feel a little bit queasy. You know, beer and beach and barbecue days. Lawn chairs and sprinkler days. Swimming pools and late alfresco dinner days. Sunscreen and hats and hammocks days.
I just love freshly-made gazpacho on days like that. Just enough savoury and sweet; spicy and smooth. Yeah, grateful for gazpacho.
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