“Only if you send me your Citrus Gazpacho recipe.”
The exchange was made and Frenchy’s recipe follows:
For 6 Cups
4 large ripe tomatoes
1 clove garlic
1 TBLS white wine vinegar
2 1/2 cups orange juice
zest and fruit of 1 orange-remove the peel and pith
zest and fruit of 1 pink grapefruit-remove the peel and pith
1/2 cucumber, peeled, seeded, diced
1/4 medium red onion, diced
1/2 yellow bell pepper, stemmed, seeded and diced
1 TBLS olive oil
1 tsp kosher salt
1/2 tsp fresh ground pepper
Cayenne pepper to your taste
Instead of using fresh tomatoes which you must boil for 20 seconds, then dunk in ice water to stop the cooking, cool, peel, then dice-you can use a can of diced tomatoes.
Use an immersion blender or container blender to mix the tomatoes, garlic, vinegar, orange juice, orange and grapefruit zest. Puree. Pour over the cucumbers, peppers, onion, orange and grapefruit, olive oil and seasonings.
This is best when it has been refrigerated overnight. Top with fresh cut basil before serving. A few pomegranate seeds in each serving for color.
Beautiful in martini or cocktail glasses as a starter.
Historical Note for Family and Friends
Frenchy is a real person and our friendship predates my marriage to The Boss. When the Doctor and the Architect were tiny humans themselves we would have wonderful meals at Frenchy’s. I’m positive I’ve had this gazpacho but at my age I can’t remember when. Enjoy!
One of the benefits of a blog is quick accessibility to your recipes.
Except when you’re looking for something that you thought you posted but never did. The plan was to toss together a quick Greek Salad from The Pioneer Woman and grill some chicken. So the yogurt marinade came to mind but where was it? The last time I remember seeing the recipe it was scribbled on a piece of scrap paper that more likely than not got thrown away.
For an Old Guy Playing With Technology I sometimes surprise myself.
I actually remembered to take a picture and save it to my online drafts folder.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre | The falcon cannot hear the falconer | Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold | Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world | The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere | The ceremony of innocence is drowned | The best lack all conviction, while the worst | Are full of passionate intensity. -- W.B. Yeats, The Second Coming