Burns Night Supper

Haggis, neeps and tatties. 

Burns Night was actually a bit of a thing for us today. The Bug and the Bear got very in the mood, dressed up in tartan and dancing to Shooglenifty. The Bug even recited some Scots poetry.

I can make a very fine cranachan when the conditions are right, but tonight may have been my worse ever attempt - a very boozy, pink slop. You win some, you lose some.

(And it's turnip, not swede. So there.)