To A Haggis

Happy Burns Day!   Today, in Scotland, we celebrate Robert Burns, our national poet by eating, drinking, reciting poetry and generally making merry.   For our Burn's Supper, we eat haggis, after serenading it with it's own special Address...and other verse of such blethering words, only those who are Scottish, drunk or sleeping can understand it...oh, and how we love it!

Here is my daughter, Addressing the Haggis.....

Tonight, we had Haggis Pie with neeps and tatties.

We'll be having a Burns Supper on Friday night with friends.   Cullen Skink, Haggis Neeps and Tatties and Shortbread Pudding will be served alongside a wee dram or five.   I promise to explain what this all means, then.   

Sláinte

To a Haggis...

 Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the Puddin-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang's my arm.

Our haggis, neeps and tatties burns Supper...with a nip or two of 10 year old Macallan 

Happy Burns Day! 

Robert Burns, or Rabbie, as he's known, is celebrated on this day, his birthday by Scots around the world.   This weekend, we couldn't attend a proper Burns Supper for the first time in ages, so we had a wee one all to ourselves.   I'm glad we didn't wait as today I am poorly although I'm sure it will be shortlived; I'd have had to force that whisky down there...yeah...right....

A wee apology for not visiting blogs recently, my computer isn't working properly and will hardly let me post, let alone browse.   That's why I'm ill today...my body has went into shock!   I shall hopefully resume normal service soon, my lovely bloggy peeps.  Lots of cheap and lovely recipes to follow.... 

Til then, raise a glass.......to Burns!

slàinte!

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face...

...Great chieftain o' the Puddin-race! That's right; we had haggis for tea!

Haggis, neeps and tatties