The cows

I went to the Food Festival at the weekend and was a little disappointed. It seemed slightly gimmicky and even Warburtons were there handing out slices of buttered toast. I thought that was a bit bizarre.

But there was something that was a bit exciting and I managed to track the lady in question down. For the past week I've been working with a vet who specialises in canine reproduction and it has been great, partly because it has sparked my interested again and inspires me to be a vet, but also because she owns the beautiful red poll cattle down on Midsummer Common in the centre of Cambridge. And she sells all the meat at farmers markets at the weekends. I used to cycle past these cows on the way to town sometimes and now I can eat them! It doesn't get much more local than that. Who needs city farms with a few pigs and four cattle when you can have a whole herd on your doorstep!

The lady who was at the market on the stall was lovely and the meat itself did look fantastic. I can even get hold of cuts like the blade, flank and skirt to make some cheap steak dinners. Check back for the all important taste test.

The next batch of bread is also in the oven as I speak, and hopefully it should be more promising. The chef and levain actually rose this time so I'm cautiously optimisitic.

Have to go now, off to move the red poll cattle with the vet to do some AI. I think I might have found my dream job.