paganwannbe Posted January 22, 2011 Share Posted January 22, 2011 *hops out of pot and streaks to safety* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SilverDNA Posted January 22, 2011 Share Posted January 22, 2011 (edited) I not finished it takes another one and a half hour in the oven till it gets right. so have fun with your not nearly half through Irish Stew. ( Epic fail in cooking for you RZ1029 and an win for my stomach cause i steal it back and put it in the oven again) :biggrin:Pagan back in the pot! Edited January 22, 2011 by SilverDNA Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
paganwannbe Posted January 22, 2011 Share Posted January 22, 2011 he's after me again run my stomaches he might want haggis to!!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SilverDNA Posted January 22, 2011 Share Posted January 22, 2011 (edited) Yep on Tuesday it is Burn's Night traditionally what is served to Scotch?Adress to a Haggis By Robert BurnsFair fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the pudding-race! Aboon them a' yet tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy o'a grace As lang's my arm. The groaning trencher there ye fill, Your hurdies like a distant hill, Your pin was 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 wi' ready sleight, Trenching your gushing entrails bright, Like ony 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 make her spew Wi' perfect sconner, Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view On sic a dinner? Poor devil! see him owre his trash, As feckles as wither'd rash, His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash; His nieve a nit; Thro' blody 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 mak it whissle; An' legs an' arms, an' hands will sned, Like taps o' trissle. 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! I win!:tongue: Edited January 22, 2011 by SilverDNA Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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