Sometimes warm and soothing, sometimes bitter and cool, this is my small place to sift through the grounds. Inside this blog, I'll discuss my thoughts on odd stories, big stories, and perhaps a little bit about me and my aspirations. Writers, baseball fans, beer lovers, musicians, and opinionated fools like myself, welcome.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Chapter 72.2: Burns Supper
We're about to head out for a Burns Supper. For those who aren't familiar with them, Burns Suppers are the annual remembrance of the Scottish bard, Robert Burns, who is best known for the poem Auld Lang Syne as well as A Man's a Man For A' That, To a Louse, and To a Mouse. Burns was born on January 25, 1759, so next year will be a hearty anniversary indeed!
Of course, at a Burns Supper, you can't enjoy the night without the Address to a Haggis. While people usually have a bad impression of haggis -- primarily because it's cooked in stomach lining -- it's actually not all that bad. And it goes well with scotch.
In keeping with the life of Rabbie Burns, who fathered at least eleven children, a Burns Supper has a tendency to be filled with vitality and fun. Ribald stories are often told in addition to respectful recollections about the bard himself. But like most special dinners, it's mostly about community getting together and sharing a meal and a pleasant time. Aye.
Labels:
haggis,
immortal memory,
party,
poetry,
Robert Burns,
scotch,
Scotland,
Scottish
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