Hoot mun, it is. This is the day Scotland celebrates the birth of its national poet, Robert Burns. At parties held in his honour, they serve up haggis which Rabbie called 'Great Chieftain o' the puddin'-race.' It's a mash of sheep's heart, liver and lung mixed with toasted oatmeal, onions and seasonings all boiled up in a sheep's stomach. (Yum, says this vegetarian.) The haggis is piped into the room by a fully-kitted bagpiper and everyone cheers at the sight of it. My guess is, there's plenty of cheer drunk beforehand, bottles of good strong Scotch, before they tuck into the fare. And to finish off this post, a pic of a fine broth of a Scots lad on the battlefield of Culloden.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Rabbie Burns Day
Hoot mun, it is. This is the day Scotland celebrates the birth of its national poet, Robert Burns. At parties held in his honour, they serve up haggis which Rabbie called 'Great Chieftain o' the puddin'-race.' It's a mash of sheep's heart, liver and lung mixed with toasted oatmeal, onions and seasonings all boiled up in a sheep's stomach. (Yum, says this vegetarian.) The haggis is piped into the room by a fully-kitted bagpiper and everyone cheers at the sight of it. My guess is, there's plenty of cheer drunk beforehand, bottles of good strong Scotch, before they tuck into the fare. And to finish off this post, a pic of a fine broth of a Scots lad on the battlefield of Culloden.
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