I wait all year for tomato season so I can make this delicious Spanish Gazpacho. There simply is no way around it: this chilled soup only works with fresh, perfectly ripe, summertime tomatoes.
Summers are for going to the beach, BBQs, picnics, hanging by the pool, visiting the neighborhood ice cream shop at least once a week (Tim is worried the woman who works there will soon know us by name! 😂) and making delicious chilled soups that require no stove or oven.
But in reality, summers are for doing some of these things, but mostly it’s Olivia hanging by the AC 24/7, having nightmares about the electricity bill and regretting not getting a membership for the community pool.
However, this past Sunday we managed to gather the courage to face the 95 degree heat and went to our local park for the Farmer’s Market’s opening, which only happens during the summer.
We had some corn on the cob, some fancy lemonades with pieces of fruit in it and bought a bunch of fresh tomatoes, because that’s mostly what the fruit and vegetable stand had. I keep hoping I will see some figs, but so far nada. We even went to another city’s Farmer’s Market with no success. They said they will get me some for next week, so here’s on hoping, because I’ve been seriously craving my mom’s pasta with fresh figs and prosciutto!
Oh, you know what else happened on Sunday? We met the mayor of our town! 😂😂😂 He was at the opening and approached us to shake our hands. I acted all cool, as if I knew who he was, but had to Google his name when he walked away, to then find out he is the mayor.
I just love this small town life. Things like that would never happen when we lived in Manhattan! Mayor De Blasio does not go around the city, approaching people and saying “Hi, I’m the mayor!”. He probably walks around with his security team and you don’t get to be within 10 feet from him.
But anyways… Back to the theme of this post: fresh tomatoes.
Yesterday I woke up and looked at all our recently acquired tomatoes, and decided I needed to make something with them ASAP, because I have a certain tendency to let produce go bad.
They were so perfectly ripe that there was only one option: Spanish Gazpacho.