Husband and I had three friends over to celebrate Burns Night. There was locally made haggis, ‘tatties and neeps’, and Laphroaig 10-Year-Old Islay Single Malt Scotch Whisky—and a salad for those who don’t eat haggis. (photo attached)
We read Robbie Burns poems in our best fake Scottish accents, with an American Midwestern twang.
Found the other pumpkin pie I made for Thanksgiving hiding in the freezer—instant dessert!
