Despite my immediate antecedents being of English Irish
origin, I always enjoy haggis, tatties and ‘neeps on Burns Night and despite Mr
Glis being away in Nottingham, prepared myself a traditional supper on Monday. Being
a solitary diner at home, there were no bag pipes nor did I make any address to
the haggis, or toast to the lads or lasses as is customary at formal suppers. But,
I did pour myself a wee dram of Mr Glis’ Jura whisky and enjoyed it as I tucked
into the rich, flavoursome, peppery pudding. It was a very satisfactory evening,
culinary wise!
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