Golden Gazpacho Asbo ala beat box style.
Thinkin’ on gazpacho
Putttin’ on my poncho
A little bit a’fatso
But singin’ intermezzo
Playin’ my piano
Make the soup in yellow
For ma local hero(s)
The sky is gonna shadow
The days are gonna narrow
The plants are gonna go go
In ten degrees below oh
For sure its gotta snow snow
Them balls we’re gonna throw
Santa’s gonna show show
He’ a groovy fellow
The recipe below oh
Is simple as I show oh
No cookin’ here, you follow?
So enjoy it m’Amigo
Fresh prints of Dull Hair – Smell check having predictive apoplexy again. Can’t imagine why?
I reveal how the devil indeed makes work for idle minds in my about page? This trite is the consequence of ‘check in 2 hours before you fly.’
Crossword swiftly nailed, ipaddy (a green cover) unable to get on to the net. A buxom woman swathing her body in a poncho humming a gospel version of “Oh happy day” and three young lads practicing their echoing beat box routine inspired the above. I feel it wins hands down over the embarrassment of Dad Dancing?
Before we left for Ireland I made a Fridge Raid Autumny Gazpacho, (it’s a FRAG man) which if we hadn’t devoured would have had been whizzed to a finer texture, a tablespoon or two of liquid glucose added before finding itself in the freezer, to become a sensational savory sorbet. A genuinely moreish crowd pleaser, user-upper and diabetic lover too.
There are no rules with a fridge raid so I washed and halved golden baby plum tomatoes, a few red too, just for good measure. Sliced some baby peppers, sliced scallions, a finely chopped shallot, finely chopped small stick of celery and fennel, elephant garlic, a skinned and deseeded cucumber, plenty of seasoning.
Prep veg/salad, combine in jug or bowl as shown and pour over a very decent glug of sherry or red wine vinegar, add the seasoning and I added about half a cup of respectable quality rapeseed oil. Combine and then leave to steep and macerate as you would if making a pickle or chutney. I popped a plate on top the jug shown and it sat in the fridge for 24 hours but over night is more typical.
Don’t drain away the liquid. Whizz the lot in a processor. I added more rapeseed oil for both taste, fluidity and stunning colour. This really turns up the volume on a cold soup.
Make garnishes with a Parisienne scoop and score stray bits of vegetation with a sharp knife, leave in iced water to morph into garnish.
Serve with parmesan and tomato crumb sticks. The end of a tomato loaf of bread whizzed to crumbs and combined with parmesan on flat sheet (medium oven) for 5-8 minutes.
A punchy, feel good, ‘do you good’ soup, and best of all a ‘no phaph’ soup that can become a seriously savory sorbet for a muse-bouche or starter. Sprinkle with drips of icy cold Vodka just before serving for a real wow!
Sadly the essential revealing of ‘rear trouser cleavage’ would bring an abrupt halt to ones naturally unhinged rapper career, but on the plus side there is space for a row of geraniums in terracotta pots, innit?