Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Burns Night (and haggis!)

So last Wednesday, January 25th, was Burns night.

What is Burns' Night you ask?

A commemoration day of the Scottish national poet Robert Burns,the Scottish romantic poet who championed nature and the common people and probably had one too many girlfriends. And of course, being a mite obsessed with all the romantic poets, I couldn't resist having a Burns supper, complete with haggis.

Well I may have cheated as little. As a vegetarian sheep's heart, liver, and lungs cooked with oatmeal and onions inside a stomach dinna sound so bonny. I made this vegan version.

It came out like this:

I served it which neeps (rutabaga) mashed with potatoes

And it was delicious!

I made Cranachan for dessert but was too absorbed in eating it to take pictures.

And after dinner I made my sister and her boyfriend sit in a circle with me and read Burns's poetry. It was pretty interesting trying to decipher our way through the Scottishisms but also fun. Let's just say we all have really bad Scottish accents and it's hard to read Burns without one.

Here is one of Robbie's poems you've probably heard before if you listen to Celtic music at all to help you get the idea. It's hard to make sense of in general but try reading it out loud! It was fun though. A tradition I am definitely going to keep up.

Green grow the rashes, O;
Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
Are spent among the lasses, O.

There's nought but care on ev'ry han',
In every hour that passes, O:
What signifies the life o' man,
An' 'twere na for the lasses, O.

The war'ly race may riches chase,
An' riches still may fly them, O;
An' tho' at last they catch them fast,
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.

But gie me a cannie hour at e'en,
My arms about my dearie, O,
An' war'ly cares an' war'ly men
May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!

For you sae douce, ye sneer at this;
Ye're nought but senseless asses, O;
The wisest man the warl' e'er saw,
He dearly lov'd the lasses, O.

Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes, O:
Her prentice han' she try'd on man,
An' then she made the lasses, O.


  1. Green grow the rashes? Sounds like he needs a penicillin shot. :P

    I can't believe you made vegan haggis. I'm going to Scotland in March and, no, I won't be trying the haggis. Or the blood pudding. The whiskey, yes. :)

    1. I don't know. You get enough whiskey in you you might change your mind ;)

  2. "Ye're nought but senseless asses" - Yep, that's me :).

    I'm not a vegetarian, but I don't think I'd want regular haggis anyway. Is that goat cheese on your bread? Yum!

    1. Haha! That's my favorite line!

      It's actually just plain butter but goat cheese would have been good :)

  3. Wow--I've never even heard of vegan haggis, but it sure sounds like it beats the real thing. What a fun way to try new things!

    1. Yeah. I don't think anyone was put out that it wasn't the real thing :)

  4. Thank you for letting us celebrate with you!

    Hmm, if I ever eat haggis, I'm definitely choosing the veggie option.