The 25th of January this year marks the 250th anniversary of the birth of the most famous son of Alloway (and Scots national poet), Robert Burns. Given that the 25th is a school night, we’re planning a not-quite-Burns Night Supper on Saturday 23rd January from 7pm onwards, to which you’re most cordially invited. The bill of fare will again feature the Lunan family haggis (to Issy’s grandfather’s recipe, and made by yours truly) with the traditional accompaniment of bashit neeps and champit tatties, followed by crannachan. We’ll make sure that we have a vegetarian haggis for the veggies, and we’ll… Read More »Burns 250
It’s been boiling for about two hours, and seems reassuringly haggis-like. Of course, I’m now sick of the smell of boiled liver, but as least I got to cut up my first heart (never having had that opportunity in biology lessons).
Makes 16lb for 50-60 helpings. Oatmeal 4 lb Lambs Liver 4lb Suet 3lb Onion 3lb Salt 8 tsp Mace 12 tsp Allspice 12 tsp Black pepper 12 tsp Toast the oatmeal under the grill, one lb at a time, stirring frequently until browned Boil the liver until cooked. Retain the stock. Mince the liver and onion finely (a food processor is ideal) Mix everything thoroughly in a large bowl (3 gallon size needed), adding the stock and more water if required. At this stage the mixture must be really sloppy, and should “jaup in the luggie”. Put the mixture into… Read More »The Lunan Haggis
Next Thursday will be the 248th anniversary of the birth of Scotland’s most famous son. In celebration and I will be hosting an almost-Burns Supper on Friday 26th January from 7pm onwards, to which you’re most cordially invited. The bill of fare will be Lunan family haggis to ‘s grandfather’s recipe, with the traditional accompaniment of bashit neeps and champit tatties (vegetarian haggis will be available for the veggies), followed by crannachan. We’ve a small selection of single malts in the house, but if folks have their own preferred malts that they’d be willing to share, please bring them along.… Read More »Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face, great chieftain o’ the puddin-race!