From the very hot Cambridge apartment in the summer curing college days, I would retreat to an even hotter D.C. to stay with my Russian uncle and my aunt. On arriving in their aircon apartment across from the Chinese embassy, my aunt would hand me a demitasse of Vichyssoise to further cool me. She had learned it at Cordon Bleu.
Nothing like that first sip said I was home.
Vichyssoise