Lang May Yer Lum Reek (and wi' yer ain coal)!

For the first time in I don't know how many years, January 25th came and went without our hosting a Burns' Supper. For the uninitiated, Robert Burns, the poet laureate of Scotland, was born January 25, 1759. He is celebrated anywhere a group of Scots can gather, but especially in Scotland. It is a day-long celebration now, and ends with a Burns' Supper where Scottish fare is served, toasts to the laddies and lassies, and a recitation of Burns' poem "Address to a Haggis" is mandatory prior to consuming the meal. I have quoted it enough over the past 45+ years to have it down by heart. No such celebration this year. Except that, we told the elders in our district about it, so Olivia made trifle and we took it with us to our district council meeting. We arrived a little early, so they could enjoy it as dessert for their lunch. I wore my Harris Tweed jacket and Anderson tartan tie and, with a kitchen knife, cut it as if it were the haggis, while reciting the famo...