Love Burns night. Took the wee man out last night on his first Haggis Hunt and we caught a cracking wee haggis. Reminded me of the Bards ditty to the Haggis; Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi' bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee, Wi' murd'ring pattle! Found this recipe online, cannae wait until tonight. I'm sure all my fellow Sweaty's will join me in a resounding, OCH AYE THE NOO!!! please log in to view this image
Enjoy your big night guys! I'm afraid I won't get to feast on such luxuries as you and will instead have to make do with a chinky takeaway and a bottle of Sauvignon.