August 23, 2012
An old sweetheart of mine once gave me one of the most interesting compliment I’ve ever received: “I’d like to see you eat a salad. It’s hard to eat a salad gracefully, but I bet you could do it.”
He’s not wrong. About salad, not about my ability to eat it. Salads are, in general, kind of a messy affair. Especially the ones with those pretty and colorful artisanal lettuces that you don’t want to chop that are juuuuust bigger than one mouthful, meaning you get dressing all over your lips trying to get that forkful of unruly greens into your stomach, messing up your lipstick in the process. And don’t even get me started on frisée.
This is the antithesis to those messy, albeit often lovely, lettuce salads. You can eat the entire thing with a spoon. It’s crisp and cold from the raw corn, the chickpeas bring a lovely nuttiness, and the avocado melds with the lemon and olive oil to form a lovely creamy mouthfeel. I toss mine together in about five minutes flat.
July 2, 2012
There are times when I don’t love living in Paris. For example: when it is July and it is pouring outside.
Europe is having an unusually cold and wet year, but now, in early summer, it seems it can’t make up its mind whether it wants to behave or not. Sometimes I wake up to rain pitter-pattering on my windows, sometimes to bright, hot sun burning my retinas because we forgot to pull the shades down the previous night. More often than not, I have to carry an umbrella in case of thunderstorms but end up sweating under my jacket, getting my face sunburnt at the Tuileries.
There are things I can do to help mitigate the strangeness of days that aren’t mid-70s and warm for weeks on end. One of them, as it turns out, is this soup. It’s like a California summer in a bowl. Creamy, tangy, sweet, and bright green.