The Red Thread and I missed the Burns Night Supper at the Globe Pub (where the rabble met last year), and couldn't make the one happening on the 25th in our neighborhood. The first Burns Night Supper was held on the 29th of January due to an oversight of the actual day of Rabbie Burns birth. The next year it was sorted out and held on the 25th. This was all the justification we needed to hold a Burns Night Supper of our own on the 29th. It was so last minute that it wasn't even posted on here as a kilt night. We had just enough time to order the canned haggis off of amazon.com and get it the day before the supper. No time to get a casing, no time to get a piper, barely enough time to get good scotch. The last-minutedness held over into the party as I was still getting kilted when people started arriving.
Even with little preparation, it was still a great supper. At least I had a good time. Here are some pictures:
The only other of the Chicago rabble (besides The Red Thread) who could make it was McFarkus:
As the haggis was canned (we used the Caledonian Kitchen lamb haggis-pretty good), the dirk was a bottle opener. My ipod provided the pipes, and I had to read the Address to a Haggis as there was not enough time to memorize it:
Everyone enjoyed the haggis, neeps and tatties, and The Red Thread made a chocolate croissant bread pudding that was amazing:
McFarkus letting everyone know he is a Fornicater (poem by Rabbie Burns):
As the night wore on, the scotch made all of us a bit more poetic and prone to explanations of great insights:
Well, some of us anyway:
The Red Thread showing off her Christmas present to me, at 21'8" Tom Baker Dr. Who scarf:
Of course, the night ended with a singing of Aul Lang Syne:
It was a wonderful first Burns Night Supper, the first of what I hope become many. There have already been offers from other Chicago rabble to host it next year. My thanks to those who came, and to The Red Thread, who made our first Burns Night Supper a success.
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