Burns Night Supper
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Burns Night Supper
For anyone who wants to experience a bit of traditional Scottish culture, Crawfords in Cha Am are holding a Burns Night Supper on Wednesday 25th January from 7pm. There will be a Scottish piper, traditional haggis, plus a 3 course Roast beef dinner, all for 500 baht. They have draught Guinness, Kilkennys and Chang (those famous Scottish beers!) plus a huge selection of whiskeys, which are of course much more appropriate for the occasion! If you let them know that you found out about it via this forum we would appreciate it too. Booking is probably advisable, so call them on 032-471774.
That reminds me, over Christmas our local Tesco here in Wales started stocking haggis - the real thing stuffed in a sheep's stomach. "What is that?" Mrs. Jaime asked me. "Haggis." I replied. Then she asked what was in it so I read out the ingredients in order of content. "Lambs lungs, liver, heart, kidney, mutton fat ...." I was cut off in mid sentence and I noticed my wife's eyes had lit up "GET IT!" She ordered. The Northern Thais really love their offal!
Jaime - that gave me a good laugh!!!
Off subject, I know, but it reminded me of the time I had brekky at a street stall with the lovely lady, she chose, I was up for anything and I tried, I really did, but the tubars, what looked like intestines and god knows what else, all in a clear broth, did for me. I felt I was looking at my innards. It didn't go to waste though, the doggy bag came out......
And oddly, apart from the look of it, was the shock of how bland it tasted? Not that I tried much!
Off subject, I know, but it reminded me of the time I had brekky at a street stall with the lovely lady, she chose, I was up for anything and I tried, I really did, but the tubars, what looked like intestines and god knows what else, all in a clear broth, did for me. I felt I was looking at my innards. It didn't go to waste though, the doggy bag came out......
And oddly, apart from the look of it, was the shock of how bland it tasted? Not that I tried much!
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Re: Burns Night Supper
This is outright heresey! Whiskey is Irish or American - WHISKY is drunk on burns night.Wanderlust wrote: plus a huge selection of whiskeys, which are of course much more appropriate for the occasion!
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Burns Night Supper
Single malt whisky from Isla, nothing more.
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Deirdre, you have let me down there. It is Whiskey in Ireland and the US and Whisky to most of the rest of the world. A free beer for you if you can tell me how it is spelt in Canada and Australia ( before anybody else does).
One beer for each correct answer within the next two hours.
If BG can spell it for me in Japanese then yet one more beer.
Anyway I have been drinking the American stuff tonight and it was pretty damned good. A pity I can not afford it every night.
One beer for each correct answer within the next two hours.
If BG can spell it for me in Japanese then yet one more beer.
Anyway I have been drinking the American stuff tonight and it was pretty damned good. A pity I can not afford it every night.
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Guess, as far as I can find out, here in Australia the spelling is Whisky, with the plural being Whiskies
If you are interested, there are some interesting stories on the website link that I have provided into the history of Australian Whisky.
http://www.uisgebeatha.org/antipodeanwhisky.html

If you are interested, there are some interesting stories on the website link that I have provided into the history of Australian Whisky.
http://www.uisgebeatha.org/antipodeanwhisky.html


Rabbie Burns
Below are the words "To a Haggis" by Burns himself - proudly recited at Burn's nights around the world on 25th January every year.
Fair fa your honest sonsie face,
Great Chieftan o the Puddin-race!
Aboon them a ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe or thairm
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang s my arm.
The Groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o need,
While thro your pores the dews distil Like Amber bead.
His knife see Rustic – labour dight
An cut you up we’ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright
Like one ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm, reekin, rich!
Then, horn for horn they strecth an’ strive,
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
till a’ their weel – swall’d kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rise,
Be thankit hums.
Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or Olio wad straw a sov,
Or fricasse wad make her spew
Wi perfect scummer,
Looks down wi sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! See him over owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither’d rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip – lash,
His nieve a nit
Thro’ bluidy flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!
But mark the rustic, haggis fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade.
He’ll make it whistle;
An’ legs an’ arms, an’ heads will sned
Like taps o’ thristle
Ye pow’rs wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o’fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware,
That jaups in luggies,
But, if you wish her gratefu’ pray’r
Gie her a Haggis!
Rabbie Burns - Genius
"Scots Wha Hae"
Fair fa your honest sonsie face,
Great Chieftan o the Puddin-race!
Aboon them a ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe or thairm
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang s my arm.
The Groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o need,
While thro your pores the dews distil Like Amber bead.
His knife see Rustic – labour dight
An cut you up we’ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright
Like one ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm, reekin, rich!
Then, horn for horn they strecth an’ strive,
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
till a’ their weel – swall’d kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rise,
Be thankit hums.
Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or Olio wad straw a sov,
Or fricasse wad make her spew
Wi perfect scummer,
Looks down wi sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! See him over owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither’d rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip – lash,
His nieve a nit
Thro’ bluidy flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!
But mark the rustic, haggis fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade.
He’ll make it whistle;
An’ legs an’ arms, an’ heads will sned
Like taps o’ thristle
Ye pow’rs wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o’fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware,
That jaups in luggies,
But, if you wish her gratefu’ pray’r
Gie her a Haggis!
Rabbie Burns - Genius
"Scots Wha Hae"
Per Angusta In Augusta.
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