Worthy o’ a grace
A happy Burns’ Night to you, if you celebrate it! At Burns’ Suppers around the world tonight, people will be eating haggis in memory of Scotland’s bard: haggis, of course, because Robert Burns wrote a poem in its praise.
I quite like haggis from time to time. It is a good meal for this time of year: it sticks your ribs together. This year, however, we are just having a quiet Saturday night in, and will be tucking into Scotland’s other national dish: chicken curry.
And I have no doubt that, had it been as readily available in eighteenth century Edinburgh as it is today, Rabbie Burns would happily have had a Saturday night cairry-oot curry* too.
[*'cairry-oot', i.e. take-away/ take-out. There are curry-houses serving great take-aways in almost every town and village in Scotland.]