Favourite supper?
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richart
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We went to a Burns night at the Club last Saturday. Fortunately not too much haggis, and what there was I drowned in whisky.Haggis for me also this evening. Won't do the whisky but might to a wee recital and maybe serenade Mrs Hogie with a little Red Red Rose
Whisky was Bells which is not up to the standard of the single malt Glengoyne I have got rather partial to.
SwingsitlikeHogan
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We went to a Burns night at the Club last Saturday. Fortunately not too much haggis, and what there was I drowned in whisky.
I put one on at the Club last Saturday also (though it wasn't a Club event). It was great fun apart maybe for my singing. I do enjoy a good Burns Supper
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What is supper ? Thought it was another word for dinner.
Sounds like most of you are talking about a snack.
Definitely a regional thing! In Scotland we used to have breakfast, dinner, tea and then supper about 9pm if still hungry. Usual just a piece of cheese on toast or similar.
Down here it is breakfast, lunch and dinner (or supper if you are rich)
richart
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If you don’t have one next year let me know, and I will invite you to ours. No singing though !!!
Rooter
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Yeh thanks for that, I have never had a supper in my life! Brekkie, lunch and dinner in our house.
D
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You haven't lived scooter, get yourself an open fire, loaf of bread, toasting fork and some butter. Set the alarm for 9pm........heaven!!
Doon frae Troon
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Deep fried battered haggis with a few chips.
Food of the Gods.
Food of the Gods.
SwingsitlikeHogan
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Many thanks Sir!
I am debating whether to run one or not. Every two years seems OK when the audience is pretty much 'fixed' and those who were at both last year and this might deem a break appropriate. But there were a good few folks last Saturday who weren't at last year's and who enjoyed it so much they said they'd round up other friends to come along next year. We raised over £1200 for our church renovation and rebuilding project, and it seems careless to let the opportunity to pass on another £1000+
And I'll have you know that I have been told that my rendition of Is There for Honest Poverty was rather splendid - had everyone joining in - or was that drowning me out - not sure...
We'll see...
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richart
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Offer is open.Many thanks Sir!
I am debating whether to run one or not. Every two years seems OK when the audience is pretty much 'fixed' and those who were at both last year and this might deem a break appropriate. But there were a good few folks last Saturday who weren't at last year's and who enjoyed it so much they said they'd round up other friends to come along next year. We raised over £1200 for our church renovation and rebuilding project, and it seems careless to let the opportunity to pass on another £1000+
And I'll have you know that I have been told that my rendition of Is There for Honest Poverty was rather splendid - had everyone joining in - or was that drowning me out - not sure...
We'll see...
Club always has a Burns night. Bagpipe player, and the usual taditional stuff. Chap that read the poem to the haggis is 86, but still got a good set of lungs on him.
Sorry no singing rule still stands.
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Bunkermagnet
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Just a latte coffee for me. Cant stand going to bed on a stomach thats just been fed.
Jacko_G
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I love a Burns supper.
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great Chieftain 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 ye up wi’ ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!
Then, horn for horn, they stretch 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 rive,
Bethankit hums.
Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi’ perfect sconner,
Looks down wi’ sneering, scornfu’ view
On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him 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 whissle;
An’ legs, an’ arms, an’ heads will sned,
Like taps o' thrissle.
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 ye wish her gratefu’ prayer,
Gie her a Haggis!
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great Chieftain 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 ye up wi’ ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!
Then, horn for horn, they stretch 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 rive,
Bethankit hums.
Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi’ perfect sconner,
Looks down wi’ sneering, scornfu’ view
On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him 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 whissle;
An’ legs, an’ arms, an’ heads will sned,
Like taps o' thrissle.
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 ye wish her gratefu’ prayer,
Gie her a Haggis!
Tashyboy
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At this moment in time me Flippin toenails look appetising.. Missis Ts diet is killing me. She took me for a walk yesterday. Tesco's. For those that are not aware, They sell Flippin food in there.
played 18 today and I was shattered.
played 18 today and I was shattered.
D
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SocketRocket
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Depends how Posh you are. Posh people call Dinner/Tea their 'Supper' . Not being of that ilk I have always thought 'Super' as a late night snack, so in this case it's Cheese and Oatcakes.
