Recipe Wednesday: Cool Fruit Soup
With pit fruit in peak season and in the midst of hot summer days, this week’s recipe from the Soup & Salad section is sure to please.
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COOL FRUIT SOUP
A cool and healthy way to enjoy fruit.
PREP TIME: 5 MINUTES
TOTAL TIME: 45 MINUTES
1 cup peaches, peeled, pitted, and sliced
1 cup nectarines, peeled, pitted, and sliced
1 cup apricots, peeled, pitted, and sliced
1/3 cup water
2 tablespoons non-fat plain yogurt
½ teaspoon ground cinnamon
Place all ingredients excluding water in a food processor or blender, puree until smooth. Adjust the thickness with more or less water. Refrigerate for at least 1 hour to allow the flavors to meld. Pour the soup into chilled soup bowls. Serve immediately.
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