Despite being a Dwarfer since before the WWW made it easy to share clips, I have somehow always forgotten about Gazpacho Soup Day until it was too late. Some other minor obligation-laden end-of-November holiday distracts me. Not this year! As the November lockdown-light stretches into the eternal lockdown, I got nothin’ better to do.
Gazpacho soup–spiced tomato juice with some other vegetable matter thrown in, served cold in a bowl–it sounds posh but it’s just an Old World mocktail Bloody Mary. Garnish it with peppers, olives, bread, pork, seafood…I recommend the vodka garnish with a beer chaser.
Why is Gazpacho Soup Day special? The soup is served warm, in honor of Arnold J. Rimmer, smeghead:
If only the officers at the captain’s table had known there are regional and seasonal variations, some of which are served warm! As I am lazy efficient, I printed out the first search result for “warm gazpacho” that contained bacon. I opted to substitute two tetrapaks of diced tomatoes for the whole tomatoes, because I am lazy November tomatoes, am I right? (Oh, how I hate food blogs.) At the market the veggie vendor gave us a free tiny carrot. What am I supposed to do with one tiny carrot? In it went!
#WhatWouldTheSkuttersDo
It was, unexpectedly, really delicious, and will go in my binder of hastily-scribbled Denglish recipes so I can make it again next year.
Nothing is better with tomato soup on a cold grey day than a grilled cheese sandwich–aged Irish cheddar on stinknormaler wheat toast, because that is how we roll here at the Radishhof.
I will leave the fried egg, chili, chutney sandwich for a later time. If we’re still locked down in January all filters are off!! There’s precious little entertainment on this ship…
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