Gazpacho
A chilled Andalusian soup of raw tomatoes, cucumber and pepper blended with bread and olive oil, which is what turns it creamy rather than watery.
Named from the ingredients as written, including those carried in from sub-recipes. This is not a guarantee — check the labels on what you actually buy, and note that a product’s recipe can change.
Chop the tomatoes, cucumber and green pepper roughly. The blender does the fine work, and all this stage needs is surface area for the salt.
Tip them into a large bowl with the 8g of fine salt and turn them over.
Stand them at room temperature for 30 minutes, until a good centimetre of juice has collected in the base of the bowl.
Tear the bread into the bowl and press it under the juices.
Leave it for 10 minutes, until it has gone completely soft.
Soak the bread in that juice rather than in water. It is a thickener, not a filler: its starch holds the oil and the vegetable juice together, and a gazpacho made without it separates into pulp and water within the hour.
Add the garlic clove to the bowl.
Use one clove and no more. Raw garlic goes on getting stronger while the soup chills, and a bowl that tasted balanced in the blender can be harsh by the time it is cold.
Blend in two batches, filling the jug no more than two-thirds full.
Run the machine for a full 2 minutes a batch, longer than feels necessary, until the mixture is completely smooth and has turned from red to a pale orange-pink.
Pour the 120ml of olive oil in a thin stream with the blender running.
Do not tip the oil in at the start with everything else. Added slowly into a moving blender it breaks into droplets the soup can hold, which is what makes gazpacho creamy; poured in at once it stays as a slick that rises to the surface in the fridge.
Add the sherry vinegar and blend for another 10 seconds.
Pour the soup through a coarse sieve into a jug, pressing hard on the pulp with a ladle and scraping the underside of the mesh.
Do not skip the sieve. Tomato skin and cucumber seed are what make a blended raw soup gritty on the tongue, and this is the only step that takes them out.
Stir in the ice-cold water a little at a time, until the soup pours like single cream rather than sitting in a heap on the spoon.
Cover and refrigerate for at least 4 hours, until it is properly cold rather than merely cool.
Taste it only when it is cold, and correct the salt and the vinegar then. Cold flattens both, and a soup seasoned warm always tastes of nothing straight from the fridge.
Stir it well before serving, since it settles as it stands.
Ladle it into chilled bowls.
Scatter the diced cucumber over.
Finish each bowl with a thread of olive oil.
Keep it covered in the fridge and drink it within two days.
Treat it as the raw food it is. Nothing in it has been cooked, so it goes back in the fridge as soon as it has been served rather than standing on a warm table through an afternoon.
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Sweet first, and it should be — a kilogram of ripe tomatoes salted for half an hour is the whole flavour base, and if the tomatoes are poor nothing later rescues it. The sherry vinegar comes in as a clean, slightly nutty sharpness rather than a raw acidic hit, and the olive oil rounds everything off with a peppery, faintly bitter note at the very end. There is a background green vegetal edge from the pepper and cucumber and a low savoury hum of garlic that is present rather than identifiable. Salt reads high, and that is deliberate, because cold blunts it.
Cold food gives up very little smell, which is part of the point of it — this is a dish you meet on the tongue rather than the nose. What there is arrives mostly from the oil poured over at the table: grassy, peppery, distinctly green. Underneath it, raw tomato and cut cucumber, both faint.
Genuinely creamy, and creaminess without any cream in it is the thing people notice first. The oil is broken into droplets small enough to read as fat on the tongue, and the sieve has taken out every piece of tomato skin and cucumber seed, so there is nothing to chew and nothing gritty. Against that smoothness the diced cucumber on top is a hard, cold crunch, which is the only texture contrast in the bowl and is why it is there.
Almost none, which is unusual enough to be worth saying. Two minutes of a blender running hard is the loudest thing that happens to it. At the table there is the ladle, and the click of a cold bowl set down on a hot tiled surface.
Cold, then sweet, then sharp, then round. The chill hits before anything else. Tomato sweetness follows almost immediately and fills the middle. The vinegar arrives late and lifts it, and the very last thing is the olive oil's peppery bitterness at the back of the throat, which is what makes it read as food rather than as juice. The garlic builds across a bowl rather than announcing itself, so the last spoonful is noticeably more pungent than the first.
The most important sensory fact about the dish and the one no photograph carries. It should be properly cold — cold enough that the outside of the bowl beads and the first spoonful registers as temperature before it registers as flavour. That is also why it is seasoned cold: cold flattens both salt and acid, and a gazpacho balanced at room temperature always tastes of nothing straight from the fridge.
Bread, jamón, olives, boiled egg — the traditional Andalusian company is salt and fat against the cold and the acid. Drunk from a glass alongside something grilled it is closer to a drink than a course. Fino or manzanilla sherry is the obvious partner, since the vinegar in it came from the same place.
Easy, and the two things that make it good are both about patience rather than skill — the half hour of salting and the four hours of chilling.
Cheap in high summer when tomatoes are worth eating, and not worth making at all when they are not.
A blender, a coarse sieve and a ladle to press the pulp through it. No heat of any kind.
High summer, and only when the tomatoes are genuinely worth eating raw. Out of season this dish has nothing to hide behind.
Strictly summer. This is a dish that is genuinely bad out of season and there is no technique that compensates.
The blended soup changes colour, and that is the cue: it goes from tomato red to a pale orange-pink as air and emulsified oil get into it. If it is still red it has not been blended long enough. In the bowl it should be opaque and even, with no separation at the edges, and a poured thread of oil should sit on the surface as a distinct green line rather than sinking.
It should pour like single cream — not sit in a heap on the spoon and not run like juice — and there should be no grit on the tongue at all. Any graininess means the sieve was skipped or rushed.
Treat it as the raw food it is. Nothing in it has been cooked, so it goes back in the fridge as soon as it has been served rather than standing on a warm table through an afternoon, and it wants eating within two days.
Watery and separating: the bread was left out, or the oil went in too fast to emulsify. Gritty: it was not sieved, or not blended long enough. Harsh and hot at the back of the throat: too much garlic, and it will only get worse in the fridge. Tastes of nothing: it was seasoned before it was cold, and it needs more salt and more vinegar now that it is. Bright red rather than pale: it needed the full two minutes a batch in the blender.
It has to be made ahead — four hours minimum — and it is at its best on the day it is made rather than the next.
Covered in the fridge for two days. It settles as it stands, so stir it well before every serving.
None. Heating it would destroy it.
Not recommended — the emulsion breaks on thawing and the texture that the bread and oil were there to build does not come back.
Good drunk cold from a glass, poured over a plate of grilled prawns, or used as the base of a salmorejo-style dip if reduced with more bread.
Scales freely, with one constraint: blend in batches no more than two-thirds full, however large the machine. A crowded jug cannot move the mixture past the blades and the emulsion never forms.
Sherry vinegar is the Andalusian one and gives a rounder, nuttier sourness than wine vinegar; red wine vinegar is the workable stand-in and wants using slightly more sparingly. Green pepper rather than red is deliberate — red peppers are sweeter and push the soup towards juice. The bread should be plain, stale and white; sourdough brings its own acidity and fights the vinegar.
Contains cereals containing gluten from the bread and sulphites from the vinegar. Vegan, dairy free, egg free and nut free as written. A gluten-free version can be made with gluten-free bread, though the emulsion is less stable and wants a longer blend.
Tomatoes are the whole dish — buy them ripe, heavy and smelling of tomato, and never from the fridge. Sherry vinegar from Jerez is worth the specific purchase. A green, peppery olive oil for finishing rather than the one used in the blend.
The stale end of a loaf and the tomatoes that are slightly too soft to slice are exactly what this dish wants, so it is cheapest made from what would otherwise be thrown away.
Entirely plant-based and uncooked, so it uses no energy at all beyond the fridge, which is about as low as a dish in this collection goes.
Raw vegetables and olive oil, so a considerable amount of fat but almost all of it unsaturated, and the salt is noticeable by design.
Worth making the moment tomatoes are right and worth not making the rest of the year.
Andalusia, in southern Spain.
Gazpacho andaluz.
gath-PA-cho in Spain, gas-PA-cho most other places.
The etymology is not settled. Several derivations are offered — from Arabic, from Mozarabic, and from older Iberian roots — and none of them is established, so the honest answer is that nobody knows.
The dish is older than the tomato's arrival in Europe. Its original form was bread, olive oil, garlic, salt and vinegar pounded together in a wooden mortar and thinned with water — field food for agricultural labourers in southern Spain, cheap, cold and made from things that keep. Cervantes has Sancho Panza mention gazpachos in the second part of Don Quixote, published in 1615, which places it firmly in Spanish life well before tomatoes and peppers were part of it; those arrived in the mixture during the nineteenth century. The smooth blended version served everywhere today depends on an electric blender and is therefore a twentieth-century dish built on a very old one.
Drunk as much as eaten across Andalusia and the rest of Spain through the summer, often from a glass and often out of a jug kept in the fridge all day. It is one of the few genuinely hot-weather dishes in European cooking, made specifically to be cold.
Summer, and hot afternoons in particular. Not a dish tied to a festival.
Salting the vegetables first and soaking the bread in their own juices rather than in water, and sieving the blended soup — the two steps that turn raw vegetables into something creamy and smooth.
From a pounded, chunky, bread-heavy mortar dish to a smooth pourable soup. The tomato is a nineteenth-century addition and the blender a twentieth-century one, so what most people think of as the traditional version is the newest part of it.
The Andalusian relatives are the same idea at other thicknesses: salmorejo with far more bread and no cucumber, served thick and topped with egg and ham, and ajoblanco with almonds and no tomato at all. Extremadura and other regions have their own chunkier versions closer to the original mortar dish.
No author, and no plausible route to one — it is agricultural food that predates the recipes written about it.