Burns' Night and a Burns' supper
Today was Burns' Night in honour Robert Burns' birthday (25 January 1759, died 21 July 1796).
Robert Burns is regarded as the national poet of Scotland.
A Burns' supper is traditionally held in Scotland and elsewhere in the world by Scots and those who appreciate Burns' poetry.
A Burns' supper comprises haggis, tatties (mashed potato) and neeps (mashed turnip), lubricated with plenty of single malt Scotch whiskey.
As the haggis is cut open, the following is said:
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.
(which is a poem by Robert Burns)
*Don't forget to check out Shamus for The Ongoing Barks of a Well Read Dog (who is continuing Cammie's legacy)
.........ooooooooOOOOOOOOoooooooo..........
We had a Burns' supper at my place tonight. Emily and Neil came over, then Bobby, and then the back neighbours Sofie's humans Martin and Lil.
I think I had a turn lying or sitting on everybody's lap.
Thankfully, my human had the sense not to serve up any haggis to me. Ew!

Robert Burns is regarded as the national poet of Scotland.
A Burns' supper is traditionally held in Scotland and elsewhere in the world by Scots and those who appreciate Burns' poetry.
A Burns' supper comprises haggis, tatties (mashed potato) and neeps (mashed turnip), lubricated with plenty of single malt Scotch whiskey.
As the haggis is cut open, the following is said:
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.
(which is a poem by Robert Burns)
*Don't forget to check out Shamus for The Ongoing Barks of a Well Read Dog (who is continuing Cammie's legacy)
.........ooooooooOOOOOOOOoooooooo..........
We had a Burns' supper at my place tonight. Emily and Neil came over, then Bobby, and then the back neighbours Sofie's humans Martin and Lil.
I think I had a turn lying or sitting on everybody's lap.
Thankfully, my human had the sense not to serve up any haggis to me. Ew!
Labels: birthday/anniversary, special days
3 Comments:
ehem ... keiser ... could u ...
pass da vin-da-loo?
laffin an laffin!
Don't you want any HAGGIS Jeter?
haggis = delishus i'm sure ...
no thanx ...
jus pass da vin-da-loo!
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