Last night was Burns Night, so we had to have our annual Burns Night supper of haggis (with a wee dram of whisky stirred in, as the label instructs) for Daddy and neeps and tatties (turnips and potatoes) for the rest of us.
Incidentally, have you ever read the label for haggis? Probably not, since you can’t buy it in the U.S. Daryl and a friend of ours have kept us stocked with imported stuff. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Daryl also printed out Scottish coloring pages for the kids but we forgot to do most of the usual stuff we do for Burns Night. Daryl didn’t read the Address to a Haggis or read our haggis picture book (yep, we have one) or even make everybody wear kilts. 😉
The girls did play a historic Scottish game though. Or was it a Viking game? I’ll have to check!
Ah well. Maybe we’ll do even more than usual next year.