HairyHeaven
Senior Member
Looks like there's a few of us in love with Scotland.
I remember as a young teen going to a Burns night where the haggis was ceremoniously walked around the room with a lone bagpiper, and then being stabbed with some kind of special knife.
A few years ago I was given this book. It's fabulous, full of whimsy, poetry and little bits of magic such as when making oatmeal you have to rain the oats into the water with your left hand only
I remember as a young teen going to a Burns night where the haggis was ceremoniously walked around the room with a lone bagpiper, and then being stabbed with some kind of special knife.
A few years ago I was given this book. It's fabulous, full of whimsy, poetry and little bits of magic such as when making oatmeal you have to rain the oats into the water with your left hand only
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