One unsuccessful home made loaf, a broken finger nail, (I wonder where that went) vegetable soup and The Great Chieftain of The Puddin' Race with its accompaniments were presented and heartily tucked into. We toasted the bard with single malt whisky, (what else!) supped from nosing glasses.
From the wreckage of the 'feast' there's plenty soup remaining and at least one more meal of haggis. I have enough clapshot left to last a week...
In case you're wondering, for those of you not in the know, today, the 25th January 2009, is the 250th celebration of The Bard's birthday. There have been Burns suppers arranged in most villages and many hotels around Scotland for most of January, to celebrate and toast Robert Burns.
adamantixx
no Scottish blood in me but i do love both haggis and good poetry, enjoy your celebrations.