Haggis achievement unlocked!
Jan. 26th, 2015 11:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
klwilliamsMy mother-in-law gave us a wall calendar last year, with photographs of Cornwall for each month. It also had English holidays printed on the days, including Burns Night, which was last night. It was also the day Dave wanted to celebrate his birthday, so we did. In our clubhouse, in style.
Chaz decided that since it was Burns Night, he would make a haggis, and tatties and neeps, so he did. We even had soup for lunch, though not cock-a-leekie. Dave and Katherine invited a host of their (and our) friends to the party, including some who hadn't been here before, so they got to experience the clubhouse.
Dave plays the trumpet in a big band, and Laina plays just about any musical instrument, plus there were a couple of enthusiastic volunteers, so Dave took this band outside and they quickly taught themselves to play a fanfare. Yes, we had a trumpet fanfare to show the haggis in.
Chaz delivered the haggis in style, then declaimed, in a strong Scots accent, the "Address to the Haggis", and no, I don't know what he said. I'm a lady. I would not ask for a translation.
This was followed by The Immortal Memory, and Cathyn did Brother Burns, and himself, proud. The rest of the evening included recitations of Robert Burns poems, plus other appropriate singing. And drinking.
Ah, but the haggis. This was made with real lungs and livers and hearts(?), and oatmeal for the texture, and it was gobbled up along with the mash. It was unexpectedly tasty, and I normally don't like organ meats, but Chaz is an excellent cook.
And there was drinking. And I have a headache. And I may have fallen asleep during part of the later evening's festivities, but I tend to do that these days. Still, it was a lovely party (I used "lovely" as an adjective frequently these days. I blame my association with Chaz.), and great fun. And I have a headache.
Chaz decided that since it was Burns Night, he would make a haggis, and tatties and neeps, so he did. We even had soup for lunch, though not cock-a-leekie. Dave and Katherine invited a host of their (and our) friends to the party, including some who hadn't been here before, so they got to experience the clubhouse.
Dave plays the trumpet in a big band, and Laina plays just about any musical instrument, plus there were a couple of enthusiastic volunteers, so Dave took this band outside and they quickly taught themselves to play a fanfare. Yes, we had a trumpet fanfare to show the haggis in.
Chaz delivered the haggis in style, then declaimed, in a strong Scots accent, the "Address to the Haggis", and no, I don't know what he said. I'm a lady. I would not ask for a translation.
This was followed by The Immortal Memory, and Cathyn did Brother Burns, and himself, proud. The rest of the evening included recitations of Robert Burns poems, plus other appropriate singing. And drinking.
Ah, but the haggis. This was made with real lungs and livers and hearts(?), and oatmeal for the texture, and it was gobbled up along with the mash. It was unexpectedly tasty, and I normally don't like organ meats, but Chaz is an excellent cook.
And there was drinking. And I have a headache. And I may have fallen asleep during part of the later evening's festivities, but I tend to do that these days. Still, it was a lovely party (I used "lovely" as an adjective frequently these days. I blame my association with Chaz.), and great fun. And I have a headache.
