'Scottish night' rolled around
again for our Small Group tonight. Except it was the second time we attempted it this year (on the one month anniversary of
Burn's Nicht); the original one, scheduled for the first Small Group Monday after 25th January, was halted by the imminent arrival of Joe.
And the only person that didn't taste even a spoonful was...? My Don, who thinks that haggis, neeps* and tatties are all that's wrong with the world. Hence my willingness to cook it once a year for others, as well as for me, to enjoy.
A special thanks of course to Aunty Fona for illegally importing the goods!
* also known as a rutabaga (you were right KC!)
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