There are times when I don’t love living in Paris. For example: when it is July and it is pouring outside.
Europe is having an unusually cold and wet year, but now, in early summer, it seems it can’t make up its mind whether it wants to behave or not. Sometimes I wake up to rain pitter-pattering on my windows, sometimes to bright, hot sun burning my retinas because we forgot to pull the shades down the previous night. More often than not, I have to carry an umbrella in case of thunderstorms but end up sweating under my jacket, getting my face sunburnt at the Tuileries.
There are things I can do to help mitigate the strangeness of days that aren’t mid-70s and warm for weeks on end. One of them, as it turns out, is this soup. It’s like a California summer in a bowl. Creamy, tangy, sweet, and bright green.