We’ve had a Burns supper every year for several years now; since I discovered this is a thing in Scotland although I’ve never been to an official one and I so we could be doing it all wrong. For us, it’s a nice excuse to have vegetarian haggis with lots of roast vegetables, drink whisky, and read poetry.
This year we invited some French friends of ours to celebrate with us and it was particularly cultured because one of our friends plays the lute, which he brought with him, and so I felt like I was having a medieval feast in an English manor house. Although strictly speaking I think the middle ages predates the lute but who cares about historical accuracy.
Ben wore his kilt again and looked very much like the chieftain.
This year he even had the sock knife!
The food was delicious and consisted of vegetarian haggis, roast potatoes, leeks, parsnips, sweet potato, carrots, swede, peas, whisky sauce, cranberry sauce and this year I tried making a vegan cranachan for dessert which turned out very well. I will definitely be making it again.
There was poetry reading.
And little Zachary recited his poem and did the best Scottish accent out of all of us.
I’m looking forward to doing it all again next year.