I remember very well the first time I ever had a chilled soup… and believe it or not. it wasn’t either Vichysoisse or your traditional gazpacho. No. My introduction to cold soup came to me as a full-on adult when my ex-husband (although we weren’t even married at the time) took me to this amazing place in the Florida Keys called Little Palm Island. It was one of those places where you parked on the shore and drank colorful tropical drinks with flowers and pineapple in them while you were waiting for a boat to transport you to a Paradise Island. This particular Paradise Island came replete with an amazing…