Tonight is Burns Supper Night. I of course, did not remember this until this morning and the chances of procuring haggis at this late time (in the US, where finding it even with some advanced planning is a bit of a pain in the neck) so I had to go with making a Steak Pie. Not ideal of course, but better than nothing. Full up on multiple bottles of whisky though.
Now, what’s your favorite Robert Burns poem?
