Fun at the Farmers' market

At the end of last month I took the boys to the Easton Farm Park farmers' market in the heart of rural Suffolk. It's a 45-minute drive - too far just for muddy veg and chutney - but there were other attractions to justify the distance.

As usual Gregor had a second breakfast trying all the offerings, the spicier the better; he seems to have inherited his father's palate, and iron stomach.

And my thrill-seeking side, perhaps. We had great fun sending him shooting off on this thing, though almost knocked a wandering Alastair into the next field in the process. Oops.

To calm things down a bit we checked on all the baby goats and rabbits and chicks and big turkeys and geese and ducks and have had quite enough of all that for a few months.

Jinak, I've been doing lots of cooking and lots of thinking about food. I took a picture of this Lowestoftian Indian menu cos the pans looked so nice, though it's slightly lost in blog translation without the appetite and smells. I think I took this photo after we'd eaten as there were more prawns to begin with. Looks like lots of leftovers too. Yum! spicy chickpea and spinach in a tomato sauce, king prawn with pomegranate and yoghurt, brinjal bhajee and rice for breakfast!