Isn't O. Henry a cool name? Sounds like an exasperation.
Last week, before I started drowning in coursework and regular work and lovely London people, I was invited to a Burns supper. This is an annual Scottish tradition celebrated on or around the birthday of national poet/megastar Robert Burns.
The main ingredients of this dinner are as follows:
--Haggis (explanation to follow)
--Poetry
--Scottish accents
--Scotch (to assist affectation of aforementioned accent) (alliteration!)
--Karaoke
That last one is optional, but luckily the wonderful people at this dinner were musically and poetically inclined! Check out the festivities:
The feast, including haggis, tatties (potatoes) and scotch.
Glamour shot of the haggis. Haggis, according to the great Wikipedia, is "a dish containing sheep's 'pluck' (heart, liver and lungs), minced with onion, oatmeal, suet, spices, and salt, mixed with stock, and traditionally simmered in the animal's stomach for approximately three hours. Most modern commercial haggis is prepared in a casing rather than an actual stomach."
Obviously eager to try this delicacy, I took a heaping portion.
The first bite. In case my poker face is too convincing, I am feeling a mixture of uncertainty and terror. Do I like haggis?
I do! Truly though, haggis is good stuff. Granted, the one we had was a slightly classed-up version from supermarket/sanctuary Waitrose and not in an actual sheep's stomach, but it was definitely not awful.
Tipsy laird, a delicious trifle that was the perfect boozy finale to a great night of lovely people, tasty food and fantastic poetry. This may have been my first Burns supper but I hope it's not the last!
Hope everyone's having a good week!
Love,
Jess
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