Gazpacho, salmorejo, ajo blanco, vichyssoise, borsch—cold soups, like this Green Herb & Cantaloupe Gazpacho, are an obsession of mine. They reminds me of summer in southern Spain, sixteen years old, tan, in love, and dumb. I tasted my first gazpacho in Cadiz at a café by the sea, certain the Italian man sitting across from me was more than a summer fling. He, for the record, was not. It would only be my love of cold soup that would endure.