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Ham and Cheese Pockets — The Ham That Started Everything

New year. Two thousand twenty-three. Made black-eyed peas on Sunday because the tradition doesn't negotiate with the calendar — New Year's Day gets black-eyed peas and collard greens and cornbread regardless of what day of the week it falls on. The peas were soaked overnight, cooked with the last of the Christmas ham — a piece of the shank, fatty and smoky, perfect for a pot of peas that need depth. Cornbread in the cast iron. Collards cooked with a piece of fatback until silky. The holy trinity of New Year's food: peas for luck, greens for money, cornbread for gold. I don't believe in any of it and I make it every year because the making is the believing, the way cooking is the praying, the way feeding people is the sermon I preach every week without a pulpit or a congregation or anything except a stove and a pot and a recipe I learned from a woman who never wrote it down.

Connie and I ate at the table and she said resolutions. I said what about them. She said do you have any. I said I'm going to make better biscuits. She said that's not a resolution, that's an ongoing project. I said same thing. She said I want you to see the doctor about your lungs. I put my fork down. She said the cough has been worse this winter. I said it's winter, everybody coughs. She said not like you. She was right. The cough is there every morning, a wet, rattling thing that sounds like a engine trying to start, and it's been there since November and it's not going away. I said I'll make an appointment. She said when. I said soon. She said Craig Allen Hensley, when. I said January. She said good. She picked up her fork. I picked up mine. Resolution made. Under duress, but made.

That ham shank from Christmas did two things that week: it gave the black-eyed peas everything they needed, and it left behind enough meat to do something useful with afterward — because Connie would have words for a cook who lets good ham go to waste. These Ham and Cheese Pockets came together on the Wednesday after New Year’s, a quiet afternoon with no rituals attached and no resolutions being enforced, just leftover ham and cheese and the kind of cooking that doesn’t require a tradition to justify it, only hunger and a little bit of dough.

Ham and Cheese Pockets

Prep Time: 20 min | Cook Time: 22 min | Total Time: 42 min | Servings: 8 pockets

Ingredients

  • 1 package (about 14 oz) refrigerated pizza dough or homemade biscuit dough
  • 1 1/2 cups diced cooked ham (leftover holiday ham works perfectly)
  • 1 1/2 cups shredded sharp cheddar cheese
  • 2 tablespoons Dijon mustard
  • 1/4 cup finely diced yellow onion
  • 1 tablespoon butter, melted
  • 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
  • 1/4 teaspoon black pepper
  • 1 egg, beaten (for egg wash)
  • Flaky sea salt for topping (optional)

Instructions

  1. Preheat oven. Heat oven to 400°F. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper and set aside.
  2. Make the filling. In a medium bowl, combine the diced ham, shredded cheddar, Dijon mustard, diced onion, melted butter, garlic powder, and black pepper. Stir until evenly mixed.
  3. Divide the dough. On a lightly floured surface, roll out the pizza dough to roughly 1/4-inch thickness. Cut into 8 equal rectangles, approximately 4 x 5 inches each.
  4. Fill and fold. Spoon about 3 tablespoons of filling onto one half of each rectangle, leaving a 1/2-inch border. Fold the dough over the filling to form a pocket. Press the edges firmly together, then crimp with a fork to seal.
  5. Apply egg wash. Transfer pockets to the prepared baking sheet. Brush the tops with beaten egg and sprinkle with flaky sea salt if using. Cut a small slit in the top of each pocket to vent steam.
  6. Bake. Bake at 400°F for 18—22 minutes, until the tops are deep golden brown. Let rest for 5 minutes before serving — the filling will be very hot.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 310 | Protein: 16g | Fat: 14g | Carbs: 28g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 740mg

Craig Hensley
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Craig Hensley
Week 353 of Craig’s 30-year story · Lexington, Kentucky
Craig is a retired coal miner from Harlan County, Kentucky — a man who spent twenty years underground and seventeen hours trapped in a collapsed tunnel before he was twenty-four. He moved his family to Lexington when the mine closed, learned to cook his mama Betty's Appalachian recipes from memory because she never wrote them down, and now he's trying to get them on paper before they're lost. He says "reckon" and "fixing to" and means both. His bourbon-glazed ribs are, according to his wife Connie, "acceptable" — which is the highest praise she gives.

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