Saturday, 26 January 2013

Burn's Night, 2013

January 25th, Burn's Night.

Made a faux haggis.  No sheep's lungs were to be found locally so based on liver and heart and, in the absence of a sheep's stomach, used an oven bag to hold it all together.  It was placed in a ceremonial haggis sacrificing altar, had Mr Burn's address read to him and then was dispatched as humanely as possible.

All present were surprised how nice it tasted.

The starter was a lot more colourful: smoked salmon, beetroot & horseradish cream.
The spoon, by the way, was for the dessert (Atholl Brose).

George in a  Jimmy hat.  Or vice versa.



  1. George is going to kill you for that photo when he gets older!!!

  2. Awww, George looks absolutely gorgeous, yes, he has to keep the family traditions.
    I think I would skip the faux haggis and just have the first course thank you.

    xoxoxo ♡

  3. Had never had haggis until a tour of Scotland this year - rather liked it!
    Athol Brose, now that is something else!

  4. Goodness, look at that red hair! Braveheart, indeed. :)

  5. The hair comes with the hat, not with the baby!

  6. The hair comes with the hat? Hahahaha...


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