Gazpacho. Photo by Liddie Martinez
By LIDDIE MARTINEZ
Española Valley
At the height of summer, my childhood days were spent playing stickball with the neighborhood kids, wandering along the riverbanks looking for lizards or rabbits or wildflowers, roaming the acequia with my sister searching for wild asparagus and harvesting veggies with my grandma in her garden.
Tomatoes, cucumbers and bell peppers were brought in by the bucketsful and, for us, that meant fresh Gazpacho was readily available.
My mom used to make it by the gallon and leave it chilling in the refrigerator for us to serve ourselves Read More








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