Address to a Haggis

Photo © Anne-Marie Minhall

Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
Great Chieftain o’ the Puddin-race!
Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang ‘s my arm.

Or ..

Good luck to you and your honest, plump face,

Great chieftain of the pudding race!

Above them all you take your place,

Gut, stomach-lining, or intestine:

You're well worth a grace

As long as my arm.

Happy Burns Night where, after the Selkirk Grace, the haggis is piped in as a rendition of the famous Robert Burns poem is given. We all then toast the haggis & tuck in with gusto.

Once when I was in Vancouver I was strolling through beautiful Stanley Park when, out of nowhere, I suddenly came across Robbie Burns. Thanks to local fans Burns took the honour of being the first statue to be erected in the Canadian city.

He's also been to space. Sort of. In 2010, a book of his poetry was carried into space & travelled more than nine million kilometres & made 217 orbits of the Earth.

I'll be marking this night, not as a Scot, but as a fan of both Burns' poetry & his taste in food.

A Butcher's Haggis

Nanna Bridie's Swede & Carrot Mash

Buttery Soft Mash (maybe with a little garlic)

A dram

For auld lang syne ..

For the sake of old times ..

Happy Burns Night

AMM