With Burn’s Night once more upon us I should like to add some recipes from the archive that are not just Haggis, Neeps and Tatties.
Recorded in the fifties, these recipes represent a large element of tradition including the standard Cock-a-Leekie soup and also the lesser known hare soup!
His roots were in the deep soil of the north and his poetry reflects the life and times he knew, and the women he loved,
‘O, my luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June.
O, my luve’s like the melodie,
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
Till ALL the seas gang dry!’
The recipes under beverages do not involve the more ‘pedestrian’ tea or coffee but lean more towards the liqueur, such as Athol Brose and Highland Bitters. No wonder then that his prose could wax lyrical with such homily’s as,
To see her is to love her,
and love but her forever,
for nature made her what she is,
and never made another.
Had we never loved sae kindly
Had we never loved sae blindly
Never met – or never parted –
We had ne’er be broken hearted