Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 11:46 am Post subject: Burns Night tonight!
I've a nice 12 year old malt put by for the occasion.
John
Address to a Haggis
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the pudding-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm :
Weel are ye wordy o'a grace
As lang's my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o'need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An' cut you up wi' ready sleight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like ony ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin', rich!
Then, horn for horn, they stretch an' strive:
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
Bethankit! hums.
Is there that owre his French ragout
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad make her spew
Wi' perfect sconner,
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as wither'd rash,
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash;
His nieve a nit;
Thro' bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!
But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll mak it whissle;
An' legs an' arms, an' heads will sned,
Like taps o' thrissle.
Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer
Gie her a haggis!
For the last 27 years I've been sent a Haggis from my Scottish family (today is my birthday), and I've always given it away. This year I've learned to appreciate it... and where's my haggis? No one has sent me one
For the last 27 years I've been sent a Haggis from my Scottish family (today is my birthday), and I've always given it away. This year I've learned to appreciate it... and where's my haggis? No one has sent me one
The Law of Sod
One of the many great delights of my divorce is no longer being force-fed tins of vegetarian haggis by my father-in-law on Burns Night!
Wishing all who are celebrating a lovely eve
____________ Sarah and Bran
Always watched over with love by our angel, Flora, from Rainbow Bridge
Bran Training
Found a recipe but explaining the ingredients to a French butcher was beyond my linguistic capabilities!
Oh dear, I somehow dont think the French would understand that at all!
John
The pluck wasn't the issue, you can buy those elements in most supermarkets if need be as can you the various types of erm "casings" it was the suet that was the problem!
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