We've not been to rashbre north in Craigendarroch for a couple of years now, but what with it being Burns Night, we thought it about time to do something Scottish. We could also earmark a date for our next visit north of the border.
The very last minute plan was for haggis, neeps and tatties, but down south here there was something of a local Sunday haggis shortage. Fortunately a tasty Macsween vegetarian variety appeared just in time, so we were able to recite the words and an' cut you up wi' ready slicht, after sip or two of the single malt.
I should admit that this is my first boozy tipple since the new year, and was a concession to this particular supper, before I resume my dryathalon until the 30th.
It would otherwise be tricky to try the champit tatties which had soaked up improbable quantities of the whisky sauce and then the cranachan pudding also steeped in malty goodness.
Okay, we may not have done all the stages of a full Burns Supper, but it still worked pretty well for a last minute Sassenach improvisation.
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