It's Burns night...

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Thank you so much! You have a great night too!!

I participated in Burns Night for many years, kilt and all (I have MacLeod, Macmillan and Macpherson ancestry). I was responsible for procuring a haggis, cooking the vile thing and ultimately carrying it in on a wooden trencher preceeded by the piper, the carrier of the crossed bottles of single malt whisky and the "addresser" to the haggis. Haggis is truly awful (or would that be offal?), but everyone at Burns Night dove in to grab a forkful as the addresser cut into it while exclaming at the top of his lungs, "Gie us a haggis!"--this, of course, being the final line to the poet's "Address to a Haggis." And then everyone would drink endless whisky toasts to "His immortal memory!" to the pipe strains of such standards as "Skye Boat Song," "Flowers of the Forest" and "The 79th Farewell to Gibraltar!" Yikes!

I also did the haggis thing at an annual ceilidh every Memorial Day at the end of May for about 12 years. Believe me, I'm completely haggis-ed out! And to think that my favourite meal is kidney pie . . . go figure!