It was Burns night in Scotland yesterday. January 25th is an annual celebration of the Scottish poet, Robert Burns. Friends of mine held a traditional supper for our Scottish friends.
Scottish bagpipes played on the docking station when we came in group by group. It wasn’t in the host’s budget for actual bagpipes, but I don’t necessarily see that as a bad thing…
Few decided to don the traditional(ish) outfit for this occasion, These customary kilts were bought in the local Streatham charity shops, showing that there is no need to blow the budget to be on trend. However, my opinion wasn’t shared – not least by the Scottish guests.
A welcome toast (Whisky of course!) to start off the celebrations and a Selkirk Grace before the Cullen Skink soup course. Cullen Skink is an authentic Scottish soup made of haddock potatoes and onions – ours was cooked in cream for heartier taste. Enjoyed, again, with whisky.
Everybody then stands as the haggis enters into the room on a silver platter/dinner plate. Our host, who is from the South might I add, renditions the address to the Haggis in an abysmal Braveheart accent:
‘…That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu’ prayer,
Gie her a haggis!’
(Another) Whisky toast is proposed to the haggis and served with ‘neeps and tatties’ (mashed turnip and potato).
Toast to the lassies. Whisky. Toast to the laddies. Whisky.