Friday, January 24, 2014

Burns Night

Well another January 25th has crept up on us and for those who don't know, in Scotland on this very day we celebrate the life and works of Robert Burns, a great Scottish poet of his time, who's work is still popular today

Many of you sing one of his most famous songs every year on New Years Eve, yes I am referring to Auld Lang Syne

Children in schools recite his work through poetry readings, songs and music

Whereas, adults get together for a traditional Burns Supper, a great feast of fine Scottish food and drinks with banter and blethering and more poetry readings

So if you are pondering what to make today to celebrate, you have come to the right place, feast your eyes on the wonderful ideas below for a truly Scottish Burns Supper fit for anyone


Haggis Soup

Main Dishes

Sweet Treats

I hope you all have a wonderful Burns Night

and I will leave you with a favourite poem of mine from my childhood

"To a Mouse"

Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie, 
O, what a panic's in thy breastie! 
Thou need na start awa sae hasty, 
Wi' bickering brattle! 
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee, 
Wi' murd'ring pattle! 

I'm truly sorry man's dominion, 
Has broken nature's social union, 
An' justifies that ill opinion, 
Which makes thee startle 
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion, 
An' fellow-mortal! 

I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve; 
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live! 
A daimen icker in a thrave 
'S a sma' request; 
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave, 
An' never miss't! 

Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin! 
It's silly wa's the win's are strewin! 
An' naething, now, to big a new ane, 
O' foggage green! 
An' bleak December's winds ensuin, 
Baith snell an' keen! 

Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, 
An' weary winter comin fast, 
An' cozie here, beneath the blast, 
Thou thought to dwell- 
Till crash! the cruel coulter past 
Out thro' thy cell. 

That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble, 
Has cost thee mony a weary nibble! 
Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble, 
But house or hald, 
To thole the winter's sleety dribble, 
An' cranreuch cauld! 

But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane, 
In proving foresight may be vain; 
The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'men 
Gang aft agley, 
An'lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, 
For promis'd joy! 

Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me 
The present only toucheth thee: 
But, Och! I backward cast my e'e. 
On prospects drear! 
An' forward, tho' I canna see, 
I guess an' fear!

Thank goodness they only made us recite the first verse in school, phew !!

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