You guys might remember me talking about my upbringing with my beloved adoptive mom, who, God bless her . . was just not a foodie. She wasn't TERRIBLE, mind you - I didn't have to worry about her giving dinner guests food poisoning the way Ruth Reichl described in her memoir, but she simply wasn't a food lover the way I was, and the way Donna also was, I was later thrilled to discover.
But that doesn't mean she didn't have a few delicious things up her sleeve - and one of them was gazpacho. This cold tomato soup from Spain isn't something you'd think your average American kid would like, but I absolutely devoured it. Mom made it by the vat every summer, and thus, every summer I look forward to making it myself.