No, I’ve never made the bread kind…though I did look at a number of recipes for it the day I made mine. Really, would it have tasted right without the gorgeous Spaniard? One has to wonder. ; )

But I kind of know what you mean about a little being enough. I often used to feel that way about my cooking, like, I know what this is going to taste like, and even though it was what I wanted to eat, I’m tired of it. I say “used to” because now that I live in the Hinterlands, I know my cooking is the best thing going, bar none! Or at least I know of no alternative, and have now kidded myself that what I eat is manna from heaven. the things we do to get ourselves through, you know??

I have always wondered if I would feel differently about gazpacho if more of my eating was fresh and homegrown. That you feel similarly, even with the wonderful way you have been eating this summer, makes me think no.

That said… I haven’t had any yet this summer. So I still crave the taste and the sensation that my stomach is going to burst with gazpacho-ey goodness. I think this will be a cooking (or not-cooking, as it were) weekend.