Dinner for a sore head

Hung over and feeling more than a bit sorry for myself after a night on the sauce I'd tried the all old tricks to shift that slightly leaden feeling behind the eyes. An English breakfast, cups of tea, and a handful of painkillers hadn’t really done the job. So, I was trudging around town doing a few chores and picking up a few bits for dinner. I figure that after the greasy breakfast and with my head still pounding I’m going to need something fresh tasting, something with a bit of zing to cut through the fog. I’m in my local deli and I pick up a jar of wild asparagus in virgin olive oil whilst the lady behind the counter is cutting wafer thin slices of Prosciutto Toscana for me. These are thin crunchy and with a fierce intense flavour and with proscuitto and just the thing to clear the head. They are preserved raw and the oil is a brilliant green colour, which dribbled over Parmesan, gives a double punch of flavour. Dinner consisted of a plate of the cured ham, a pile of the asparagus and a plate of spinach with butter beans spiked with garlic. Strong flavours, but clean ones to cut through befuddlement and self pity.