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Scottish Anniversary. Recipes.

Today, the 25th of January is a day of celebration here in Scotland. It's the 250 anniversary of the birth of Robert (Rabbie) Burns. For those of you who don't know, Robert Burns was and still is the most famous poet of Scottish verse and song Scotland has ever produced. Tonight, all over Scotland, England and aroond the world people will be sitting down to a "Burns supper" which consists of the Scottish delicacy of Haggis, neeps (turnip) 'n' tatties (potatoes), playing the bagpipes, drinking whiskey, reading poetry, singing and generally having a good old frolick!Before eating Haggis it must first be addressed. To mark the occassion I give my American cousins, many of whom I'm sure will have Scottish ancestors and relatives, Robert Burns's "Address to a Haggis." You probably won't understand a word of it! lol! And the recipe for cooking Haggis. Enjoy!PhotobucketAddress To A Haggis1786Type: AddressFair fa' your honest, sonsie face,Great chieftain o' the pudding-race!Aboon them a' yet tak your place,Painch, tripe, or thairm:Weel are ye wordy o'a graceAs lang's my arm.The groaning trencher there ye fill,Your hurdies like a distant hill,Your pin was help to mend a millIn time o'need,While thro' your pores the dews distilLike amber bead.His knife see rustic Labour dight,An' cut you up wi' ready sleight,Trenching your gushing entrails bright,Like ony ditch;And then, O what a glorious sight,Warm-reekin', rich!Then, horn for horn, they stretch an' strive:Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyveAre bent like drums;Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,Bethankit! hums.Is there that owre his French ragoutOr olio that wad staw a sow,Or fricassee wad make her spewWi' perfect sconner,Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' viewOn sic a dinner?Poor devil! see him owre his trash,As feckles as wither'd rash,His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash;His nieve a nit;Thro' blody flood or field to dash,O how unfit!But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,The trembling earth resounds his tread.Clap in his walie nieve a blade,He'll mak it whissle;An' legs an' arms, an' hands will sned,Like taps o' trissle.Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,And dish them out their bill o' fare,Auld Scotland wants nae skinking wareThat jaups in luggies;But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayerGie her a haggis!

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  • I just wanna write that although I'm not Scottish. I do think that Scotsmen are the hottest thing ever!! I love men in kilts! I've gone out with a few guys of Scots ancestry. And I'd mention another thing that I like about them but it wouldn't be rated "PG". : P

  • My great grandma was Scotch/Irish and she would make haggis, I was never much of a fan. but thanks for posting this it gives me a little touch of history to a meal that my grandfather and greatgrandfather loved so much.
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