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.
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!
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