Having cooked four quail last night the only cooking I have done today was for the bacon sandwich I made myself for breakfast. Looking back to Father’s Day last year I see that the bacon sandwich was a highlight then as well although last year it appears I was able to find some black pudding to go with the bacon.

This year it was just a full packet of bacon (there were no kids to share it with) cooked in a pan and then placed on a toasted baguette with a good dollop of HP Sauce. I ate it with a cup of tea reading the Sunday paper.

The kids were assembled later in the day and handed round handmade cards and presents – some of which went some way towards explaining the raised voices and slammed doors. The presents included (at last) a copy of Sabrina Ghayour’s Persiana which should help to keep me busy over the next few weeks.

This Saturday night I have been able to mix an night by myself (albeit with the young vegetarian) and The Farmer’s Market in the morning. At The Farmer’s  Market I was briefly tempted by a hare but it seemed a bit greedy for one.   So instead I settled for four quail. I cooked them with garlic and sherry vinegar and ate them with a spicy tomato sauce and a good bottle of red wine.