It’s Robert Burns day in Scotland.
It is usually celebrated with a Burns Supper, more on that later.
Robert Burns was a poet from Scotland, and is considered the national poet of Scotland.
He was a pretty big deal.
He was a great poet, but some of his titles are more interesting than his poems. They include “A Man’s A Man For A’ That”, “To a Louse”, “To a Mouse”, and others.
He also wrote “Auld Lang Syne”. For those of you who didn’t stay UP for the ball to drop on New Year’s Eve or were passed out drunk when it fell, that’s the song usually sung at Midnight on the last day of the year.
Burns was a ladies’ man as well. Obviously missing “how not to” day in school, he knocked UP two women around the same time.
He had a rheumatic heart condition, and died at the age of 37…some said due to his “intemperance”.
Apparently he liked the Scotch Whiskey.
Short life and prolific poetic portfolio aside, he’s a hero back in Scotland and the day is celebrated with a special Burns Supper.
Since one of Burns’ poems was called “Address To A Haggis”, Haggis is generally served.
Haggis, even the name sounds awful.
Haggis is a “savory” pudding. It is made of sheep’s pluck – heart, liver, and lungs, All that is minced with onion, oatmeal, suet, spices, and salt, and is encased in the animal’s stomach.
Let simmer for 3 hours.
Serve and hurl!
One foodie said, “…although its description is not immediately appealing, haggis has an excellent nutty texture and a delicious savoury flavour.”
I’ll never know.
It is served with neeps and tatties, Scots for turnips and potatoes boiled and mashed.
And of course, there is a dram of Scotch whisky.
I got news for you, if I’m gonna’ eat that, I’ll need a tad more Scotch, and I haven’t had a drink since Jimmy Carter was President!
I checked with my sister-in-law, a Burns at birth, and a genealogy whiz; she can’t remember having Haggis at home.
I can’t imagine why?
I suppose some traditions just deserve to die!
So, read a poem, have some Haggis, and a dram of Scotch, it’s Robbie Burns Day!