…or Scottish for the night.
A couple of weeks ago, John and I received an invitation to a Burns’ Supper. We were thrilled we’d been included in a worldwide tradition celebrating the life of Roberts Burns, Scotland’s National Poet. John and I consider ourselves well-traveled and worldly, but we were humbled to find neither of us had heard of a Burns’ Supper.
As I researched the tradition, the more excited I got about the evening but admit I was a bit intimidated about the prospect of it being “participatory.” Especially if guests were going to be asked to read Burns’ poetry. I admit, my Scottish accent is non-existant and his poems are difficult to read, I can’t imagine trying to recite one of them.
A little background, Burns Night is a celebration of the life, works & cultural heritage of Robert Burns who was born on 25 January 1759. He was a Scottish poet and lyricist. His most popular song being “Auld Lang Syne” which we sing every New Year’s Eve. Old habits die hard and, being a Protocol person, I looked up etiquette for the event, going so far as checking out the “Selected Poems of Robert Burns” and “The Poetical Works of Burns” from the local library. His poems were written about everyday life in everyday language (language of the time) which was the first of it’s kind back in the late 18th century. He was a poet for “the common people”. For much more accurate information about Burns’ Night, click here.
The Burns’ supper we attended last night was so much fun ~ our very gracious host and hostess didn’t force us to participate in any readings. Whew! He addressed the haggis with a long Burns’ poem and I think these words were included: 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 (Burns). And a guest, with an excellent Scottish accent, recited the Selkirk Grace: Some have meat and cannot eat, Some cannot eat that want it; But we have meat, and we can eat, Sae let the Lord be thankit
There was also fish soup, neeps, and plenty of Scotch Whiskey to keep us nice and toasty. I was the DD so John was nice and toasty and I enjoyed the delicious neeps (mashed potatoes). Speaking of being the Designated Driver, John wanted to take a cab home so we could both partake in the scotch but, after catching a few cabs around here, I seriously think I’d be safer driving drunk than getting in one of these cabs.
The other guests were from a variety of countries and it was so enjoyable to see everyone’s reaction to learning about a Scottish tradition. It’s safe to say the scotch whiskey was probably a favorite part of the tradition amongst the men. Kilts were optional and there were a few men sporting them but I couldn’t convince John to wear one.
Here we are with our matching “Logan“ tartans (don’t bother with the teasing “matching” comments, we heard them all last night):




























