This is the day when my Scottish genes start asserting themselves. We will of course be eating haggis. Haggis actually tastes much better than it looks. Earlier today I went out on a successful haggis hunt and the beast is prepared and getting hot, knife is sharpened, 'neeps' prepared to boil and mash, whisky and Burns poetry lined up ready. We may just manage the 1st stanza of Burns' 'Address to a Haggis'.
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the pudding race!
Aboon them a' yet tak your place,
Painch, tripe or thairm:
Weel are ye' wordy o'a grace
As lang's my arm.Just for fun and if you want to know more about haggis take a look at this post (with a pinch of salt).
10 things your never knew about haggis
If you are celebrating the Conversion of St Paul today, here's an attempt to link that improbably with haggis:
Haggis and Conversion
Happy Burns Night everyone!
Image Credit: UK in Canada, Flickr, CC License