|Photo by Michael Dudley|
On Tuesday evening, my family celebrated the birthday of Robert Burns, the famed 18th Century Scottish poet. People all over the world--be they Scottish, part-Scottish, or just honorary Scottish for the night--gather together that evening to eat haggis, drink whiskey, and read poetry. What could be better?
My family cooked a dinner of leek soup, vegetarian haggis, tatties and neeps, green beans, and shortbread. (Recipes can be found at the links.) Although we did not have a bagpipe on hand to pipe in the haggis ceremoniously, my 11yo son played a few Scottish tunes on his fiddle.
After dinner, we read some poetry by Burns while sitting by a blazing fire. None of us read nearly as well as this gentleman:
Address to A Haggis by Robert Burns