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Saturday, January 28, 2006

OK, so it's not a beautiful site in Scotland - some would argue it's not even a beautiful sight. However, last night, a few days late from the national bard's birthday celebrations on January 25th, was our friend Jo's Burns Supper. Here are the steaming piles of haggis, neeps and tatties.

The haggis is the sonsie beast that contains sheep bits, spices and oatmeal contained in a plastic sheep's gut (the real sheep guts were banned by the European Union some time ago). The neeps are the bright orange turnip which I have never been able to find in any market outside Scotland. Indeed, creating a Burns Supper in France I went to the Place des Lices in Rennes only to find that rutabagas, the closest thing to orange neeps, were fed to the animals. The stall holder was shocked that I would want to eat something in 1998 that in 1940 the French were forced to eat through rationing. The tatties, meanwhile, are the mashed potatoes. It was all great food, coupled with a night of singing serious and silly songs and poems as each of the invited guests 'gave their turn'. Back to places tomorrow.


At 5:07 AM, Blogger Chris said...

So what is the (clearly animal) material in which the wonderful McSween's haggi repose?

At 10:30 AM, Blogger 3rdfloor20 said...

I think I could make it through the tatties.


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