Milagros, a good friend of mine in Spain, told me one time this summer while we were making gazpacho, "Just as gazpacho needs tomato first and foremost, a person needs love. The other things are supplementary". If you have tried great gazpacho, you would understand. Pura, the elderly nun living in Casa Don Bosco, would make the best gazpacho during the summer when we had tomatoes coming out of our ears, and pretty much every other part of our body. One time when the gazpacho turned out especially well, we joked with the rest of the household saying we added a little extra love in the gazpacho this time; when we were peeling the tomatos the knife may or may not had sliced something other than the tomato and added a bit extra redness in the gazpacho, a vibrant punch of love you might say.
We had a great laugh on that one, and I must say I felt the love with every sip of fresh gazpacho that hot, humid summer afternoon.
