COLD SOUP ( You must be kidding)

I casually mentioned cold soup to a group of fellow Villagers, and immediately I got my head handed to me on a platter ( If you know what I mean).  All I could hear is, " I don't eat cold soup".  

Well, I never know when to quit.  Immediately I thought about words like:  Gazpacho, Ratatouille, Vichyssoise, and Soup A La Courgette, and I wonder what we're missing.  I guess the approach should be, " If you haven't tried it, don't knock it".  

Last week Cloody and I made cold cucumber soup for our  bridge luncheon with good results.  Well enough to try Blueberry a few days later.  It was wonderful, but I didn't take any chances by calling it cold soup.  Instead I froze it and called it blueberry sorbet, and it was a big success.  We have had great success with Gazpacho when we lived in Arizona.  

I recall a Mr. Parker who ran a beer drinking establishment in Mississippi.  It was located near the county line between a dry county and a wet one, and was a favorite stop for thirsty travelers.  Mr. Parker had a large crock on the bar and it was filled with chopped fresh vegetables, mostly tomatoes , but also peppers, onions and whatever his friends would bring in. To this he would add, salt, a little vinegar, hot sauce and other goodies that suited his fancy.  It was offered to anyone brave enough to eat it, and after a couple of beers it was a welcome summer treat.  Served in a paper cup along with soda crackers.  I often thought of what this concoction really was but thank God No One There Ate Cold Soup. 

If I remember correctly the name of this illustrious establishment was PARK-HER-IN

The temperature is hot, the summer flavors are high, and in the words of Old Dizzy Dean, " Whatever you do, don't fail to miss it".