We’re back in Aberdeen after 6-week holiday in Indonesia and Vietnam. The prospect of going back to cold, gray, wet weather wasn’t really appealing; especially when we were transiting in Amsterdam and seeing outside the window of Schiphol Airport. But surprise, surprise, last weekend wasn’t actually that bad. The sun was shining, the sky was clear and blue, except there were no birds were chirping (they must have migrated to warmer lands), and there are no leaves left on trees. And it’s very cold.
Mr. mck’s grandmother is going to Burns Supper in Sauchen this coming Saturday and invites us to come along. To give me more ideas, mr.mck’s father showed me the menu example, which is written in Doric, and translated it for me. I forgot the whole thing after 30 seconds, except that every course ends with… what else, whisky!
The tradition has been part of Scottish culture for about 200 years (do you notice the sample menu is taken from 1920?). The basic format of the evening has remained unchanged since 1796, and it always has haggis, Scotch whisky, poem readings, and musicians performing Robert Burns songs.
Interesting. Now, how can I wear my skimpy ball gown without suffering from frostbites?