Paleo Watermelon Gazpacho

Summertiiiiiiime and gazpacho’s easy… I love ripe summer tomatoes. Who doesn’t? My brother and I’s favorite summertime activity used to be picking ripe, still-warm, garden tomatoes. We’d pick ‘em, slice ‘em, season ‘em with a bit of salt & pepper, and EAT ‘EM! There’s only so many tomatoes a gal can eat, though… This was another one of those instances where all my ingredients were on the verge of death… aka just another day in my oppressive kitchen/life/world. Ahhh, FML. This watermelon had been in the fridge for weeks and all my bunches of vine-ripe tomatoes were gaining more squish than I’d like to admit. I like to tell myself they were just waiting for the right recipe to come along.

Paleo Watermelon Gazpacho Ingredients

Paleo Watermelon Gazpacho Ingredients

To be honest, I’m not even a huge gazpacho fan. I mean, yeah , I’ll eat anything, but, I’m pretty gazpacho’ed out from years of catering gazpacho shooters. (People love those damn things and I blame Pinterest. Anything in a shot glass becomes instantaneously über cute. DAMN YOU, PINTEREST.) This particular recipe-with-a-twist is light and refreshing and best served ICE COLD! For those of you thinking watermelon and tomato are a seriously whack combination, you are seriously whack, my friend! Sike, you’re not whack, you silly buns. You’ve simply been mislead. You can just barely taste the melon as it gives the gazpacho a slightly sweet, less tangy, and super refreshing taste. The bunch of basil is just barely there, too! Even seasoned gazpacho snubbers will enjoy this recipe. You could even top it with fresh diced watermelon and crumbled feta cheese for a fun (and tasty) twist. [amd-zlrecipe-recipe:54] Watermelon-Gazpacho-1


  • Elizabeth

    04.08.2014 at 11:07 Reply

    A few weeks ago, Ryan and I stopped at this little deli thing for breakfast up in Chesapeake Beach, MD. They had gazpacho on the menu as the soup special for the day. The poor dear behind the counter must have been new, because I asked for a cup of gazpacho and she just looked at me with a blank stare. I finally just pointed to the specials board and was like – soup of the day? Please? She was probably 15 and had no earthly idea what gazpacho was. KIDS THESE DAYS.

    When she brought us our food later, she handed me the gazpacho and said in an earnest, hushed whisper, “Here’s your soup. I’m sorry – it’s cold. I can warm it up in the microwave for you if you like.”

    I wanted to wrap her in a blanket and teach her all about the big, beautiful world.

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