at the deli counter in david jones food hall, it is possible to get ham in a variety of serving portions. sure, there will always be a certain elegance to “sliced”, and a manic joy to “shredded”, but what i did end up with was “chunks”.

saturday afternoon, still a bit spacey from yoga and too many squatting exercises, i simmered half a bag of frozen peas with a potato and three chunks of ham. the fourth chunk had, minutes earlier, been finely chopped and sauteed with an onion. after a bit, everything but the chunks was blended into a mass of the most soothing pink-flecked green, and then there was this bowl of pea and ham soup, eaten maybe too quickly with pieces of sourdough.

mmm… soup… next i think it will be cauliflower and bacon.