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Burns Night or Cruising with Filipinos




Because today is the birthday of Robert Burns, Scottish poet (1759), there will be suppers tonight in his honor. It's Burns Night.

Burns Suppers, sometimes hosted by Masons because the poet was a Mason, are organized and structured. They usually begin with a welcome and announcement and the Selkirk Grace, which goes like this:

Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it,
But we hae meat and we can eat,
Sae the Lord be thankit.

Then, accompanied by bagpipes, the host brings out the haggis, making a big production of the thing. Someone recites Address to a Haggis while the thing is cut open, and then they eat it. After dinner and review of the life and works of Robert Burns, everyone attending sings Auld Lang Syne, written by Burns himself.

Up until this point I can't relate. I haven't memorized any Burns poetry, and the idea of eating haggis is anything but appetizing. But the singing of Auld Lang Syne—well, that I know.

On new year's eve, when we were on the cruise ship, we had dinner and then went to the theater for the evening's entertainment. It was a variety show with singing and dancing as usual, but then about ten Filipino crew members mostly from industrial sections of the ship, came out and sang a traditional holiday song from the Philippines. These were guys who stoked the furnace and swabbed the deck, so to speak, and weren't usually on stage, but they sang their hearts out like they were all giving us a gift, and it was amazing.

When they were finished, the audience stood, people who represented more than forty countries, and we all joined in singing Auld Lang Syne. I couldn't think of a better way to welcome in the new year. To get a taste of that experience again, I'd go looking for a Burns Supper this evening as long as I didn't have to taste the haggis, too.

Comments

dive said…
Haggis is yummy!
Anonymous said…
Okay, I give up...what the crap is haggis?
PF
Ms Mac said…
Haggis is ground up offal mixed with oats and spices and traditionally stuffed into the lining of a sheep's stomach for cooking (usually boiling). It's traditionally served wit neeps and tatties (mashed turnips and mashed potatoes) and despite everything you might think, is absolutely delicious!

It truly is the great chieftan o' the puddin-race.
Scout said…
Thanks, Ms. Mac. I was just about to describe based only on what I have read. I am actually pretty adventurous when it comes to trying new things, so I would try haggis if it were presented to me, especially if it came with bagpipes.
Haggis is delicious Robyn but in my opinion, only if it's roasted. Try it, do. I think the horror comes from knowing it used to be cooked in the lining of a pig's stomach! Not so, now. You can buy it at the supermarket, wrapped in PLASTIC which you of course remove at home. Place in a foil parcel with some scores on the top of the harris and some butter. close foil, cook for about an hour and a half, opening the foil for last 15 mins or so to crisp a little on top. Serve with fresh veg, potatoes (yes, mash if you like!) and gravy. YumMYYYY.
Pianist friend - oh gawd i knew someone was going to ask. Well i believe it might be banned in the USA, it's offal. Basically i say to myself well i eat sausages so... ugh enough ghastly talk. Try it!
on top of the HARRIS? he he oops sorry. Haggis, i meant. We'll say no more huh Dive. Snigger.
Sorry to hijack your post here, but if you can get Sky News, they are doing a whole feature on Haggis. No doubt be repeated throughout the day.
Maria said…
How interesting. I'd honestly never heard of a Burns' supper. But, I have tasted haggis and I do no ever want to even think about tasting it again....

Maybe a chop instead?
Gina said…
Haggis does not sound up my alley. Although I do eat hot dogs, so it probably is about the same.

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