Scotland happily celebrates the birthday of one it's most treasured poets, Robert Burns. He wrote a lovely ode to haggis and every year at the Burns Supper, the poem is read announcing the superiority of the Haggis. How lucky we are that our church congregation decided to celebrate Burns night. It's all about the food, the poetry, and they held a caleigh afterward (Scottish dancing party.) The meal consists of nips (turnips mashed) and tatties (mashed potatoes). We also had lentil soup and tiger bread, which I love. It was a lovely kick-off to our weekend, and a great way to spend today.
Calvin's first stab at haggis. Not a fan.
Owen's plate had enough on it to feed him for a week.
Will Annie take a bite?
Yes, she will!
They do a toast to the lads and a toast to the lassies. I will toast to all the lads in me life.
Its also tradition to select an honorary Scotsman for the night. How do they decide who gets the title? Why, with a sword dance competition.
I don't even know why the other two dancers tried. After seeing Helen Hunter do the dance, he set out to prove that white men can dance.
What did the winner receive? This nifty hat....
and bragging rights... Lucky!!!!!
He looks very authentic.
ReplyDeleteRyan needs to wear that hat every day! So fun that he won the sword dance!
ReplyDeleteseriously how freaken cool. i love that you captured it all. this time in scotland will surely change your life forever!!!!
ReplyDeleteRyan has always been a crazy good dancer. I am glad the Scots know this fact too! So awesome I love the whole party and Owen is looking so big!
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