today’s burns day, honouring the birthday of scottish poet robbie burns (way back in 1759).
the traditional meal on burns night is haggis, a dish of sheeps’ heart, liver and lungs, with porridge — all wrapped up in a sheeps stomach. at the tweed run, we make some concessions to modernity (and palatability), so we’ll be serving a vegetarian haggis. we will, of course, be honouring traditions by following it up with a wee dram of whisky.
another tradition is to read burns’ poem address to a haggis before you eat it. i have no idea what it’s about, but it’s good fun to try to read it aloud.