For the last three years I’ve used January to try and learn something new. Three years ago it was to try 31 days of exercise, two years ago it was 31 days of stretching, last year it was 31 days of learning to play the piano and this year it’s 31 days of… lunch.

When I was young, on a Sunday night we were allowed to have dinner in front of the television. For the rest of the week, we would have dinner in the kitchen, as a family. But on Sunday, we could watch TV and eat biscuits and cheese.

I say cheese. It was a Kraft cheese slice cut into four squares and then eaten between two cream crackers.

It was great.

Today, I also had biscuits and cheese but a ‘posh’ version – instead of Kraft cheese slices I had a selection of cheeses from a local cheese shop.

I say cheese shop but I don’t think they would recognise themselves as a shop. They are a cheese specialist importer/wine bar/deli. Or basically a Tesco Express with a sit in drinks licence.

The good thing about having the cheese after Christmas is that we avoided the Christmas queues. Before Christmas you can wait an hour in Glasgow to get into any cheese shop. And, once in, if you’re unlucky, you’ll also have to stand behind someone who, when asked: “Would you like to try one?” says “Yes. And that one. And that one. And that one too. Oh, and why not, can I try that one also?”

It’s cheese! A cheddar. A blue. A brie. What more do you need to know?

So, for today’s lunch, I chose a cheddar, a blue and a brie and tried to recreate my childhood by listening to the Ski Sunday theme tune while buttering a cracker.

Bread: …ish. A biscuit again.

Filling: three cheeses.

Taste: you can’t go wrong with cheese, a biscuit and a bit of butter.