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Burns Lunch 7 Feb 2010

A  Burns meal for eight on Saturday 6 Feb 2010

My wife and I held a meal for six friends at our house.

Here's the main table decoration.

To read about the quaich go to  http://gastronomyofscotland.blogspot.com/

Here's the menu:

Salmon terrine wi' farls and Nairn oatcake

We sleekit, cowrin' haggis moussie 

O, what a panic's in thy hoosie [original text changed to fit the menu theme].

Fennellised clapshot 
Macaire potatoes Campbelltown style




The haggis mixture was converted to a mousse recipe and then to a moose [mouse].

The clapshot of neeps [swede] and carrots was supplemented with fennel.

Potatoes in the Macaire style are baked and the centre made into cakes.  At this meal, the centre was mixed with grated  Campbelltown cheese, parsley and other herbs. It was baked in the oven with a cheese topping to gratinate.

The Cranachan was made with apple puree and whiskyed oatmeal.  A spoonful of that was set on a bed of creamed rice, raspberrries on top and glazed with a raspberry coulis.


Here's a representative pic of the haggis moussie as I forgot to take photos when dishing up.  [I also forgot to give shortbread with the Cranachan.]

All the items served are shown.  Moussie appreciated having cooked niblets for once.   As for straw potatoes - she's in heeven'.


The haggis was piped in to the sound of small-pipes.

Here is the Address to a Haggis

Address to a Haggis - translated - shortened version

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie (lovely) face,
Great chieftain o the pudden'-race!
Aboon (above) them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm: (stomach words)
Weel are ye worthy o' a grace
As lang's my arm.

The groaning trencher (old-style plate) there ye fill,
Your hurdies (hips) like a distant hill,
Your pin (long leg-bone) wad help to mend a mill
In time o’ need,
While thro’ your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.

His knife sees rustic Labour dight, (it is used properly)
An' cut you up wi’ ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie (any) ditch;
And then, Oh, what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich! (reekin - smells nice)            [ all words with ight in them end in the sound ikt ]

Ye Pow'rs, wha (who) mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o, fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking (watery) ware
That jaups (spills) in luggies (wooden bowls with 'ears' or handles):
But, if ye wish her gratefu', prayer,
Gie her a Haggis
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 At many Burns Dinners or Suppers, I  follow the "Address" with this:

The Philosophical Reply from the Haggis

sonsie - comely/cheerful etc
slangiva - cheers
richts  [the ikt  sound again]    - rights
a’ – all
thocht - thought

Rabbie said I’ve a sonsie face
(Better than some in the human race)
Look aroon’ ye (!) an’ jist you see
There’s nain sai sonsie as little me

Perhaps no’ so wee , as there I sit
Waitin’ for that dreadful slit
The look in Alan’s e’e shows his intention
My richts richt oot .. a la EU Convention

But haggises are made oota pretty strong stuff
Stiff upper-lip when the goin’ gets rough
One last thocht, to mak’ it even
It’ll no’ matter when I’m in heeven

Ne’r mind Auld Scotland’s prayer
Wa’ aboot me, my life laid bare
Bu’ I can tak it, as ye’ve tak-en me
Enjoy your meal .. indigestion free

An’ to a’ Scots here an’ ither kin
Toast me wi’ whisky and no’ wi’ gin
I gi’e a toast to a’ both near an’ far
It’s goodbye from me .. an’ slangiva


During coffee, Bill gave us a very presentable Toast to the Lasses which was ably replied to later by Nicola.

The Immortal Memory 

This is the last of the traditional speeches and on 7 Feb it began with the notion that Robert Burns spoke for the common man.  However, the poem selected to demonstrate Rabbie's elequence applies to all of us [we're all John Thomson's bairns] on an everyday basis.  It has been adjusted to fit the situation and is punctuated by supporting events.


November, 1785, by Robert Burns

Adjusted to the situation

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,

O, what a panic's in thy breastie!

click - http://picasaweb.google.com/CarshaltonWanderer/20100207170124#5435549699355360690

Ian expressed due terror at what might be revealed!


The panic's was in the wrong breastie due to the wrong visual aid. Let's see something in the corn field.


And now a close-up.


Thou need na start awa sae hasty,

Wi' bickering brattle! noisy fray

I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,

Wi' murd'ring pattle!     a stick raised in temper


I'm truly sorry man's dominion

Has broken nature's social union,

An' justifies that ill opinion,

Which makes thee startle

At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,

An' fellow mortal!


Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,

An' weary winter comin fast,

An' cozie here, beneath the blast,

Thou thought to dwell--

Till crash! the cruel coulter ploughshare past

Out thro' thy cell.

And now we see the family scampering in all directions from the metal blade.



But Mousie, thou art no thy lane, alone

In proving foresight may be vain;

The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men

Gang aft agley, in that order - go often amiss

An' lea'e leave us nought but grief an' pain,

For promis'd joy!


Still thou art blest, compared wi' me

The present only toucheth thee:

But och! I backward cast my e'e,

On prospects drear!

An forward, tho' I canna see,

I guess an' fear!


And so the [three-hour!] meal drew to a close.  Its host explained the aim of showing Anne and Bill how the others sometimes get together with  the rest of the local IWFS to enjoy meals and camaraderie.  Jim led the chorus of invitation for Anne and Bill to come to a later event as guests.


Slangiva!   Haste ye back.


A wee note

On most previous occasions, I have given a printed souvenir menu card with all the necessary translations.  Those events were catered for by others and all I did was breeze in as MC etc.  It just wasn't possible to shop, cook  and  type before this meal was put on the table. 

Considering that I may be like others who  have drawers full of such menus, theatre programmes etc and can never find anything specific a year later, it's as well to keep the account of this event where it is.


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