Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread*: Counting Down to Our Burns Night Supper

This year, Burns Day/Night falls on a Friday. Every 25th January, The Chef and I host a big, crazy, slightly debauched, energetic, delicious Burns Supper. We live to entertain but are often impeded by our schedules, so when we throw down we do it in a big way. This event is the star of our calendar, and friends old and new come from near and far to enjoy the night with us. Who doesn’t enjoy a literary-themed shindig, one bursting with amazing food, Scotch, poetry, a toasting contest, music, laughter, conversation, spiffy ladies, and gents in kilts?

Since this party is book-related, I thought I would share with you some of the preparations that go into celebrating one of my favourite nights of the year, as well as the result. Does that sound like fun, or a great bore? I’m doing it either way, so I hope you will take a chance and join me on this raucous ride!

* “But pleasures are like poppies spread,/You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed;/Or like the snow falls in the river,/A moment white-then melts forever;”-Robert Burns, Tam o’ Shanter

The man who inspires one helluva celebration.

The man who inspires one helluva celebration.

17 thoughts on “Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread*: Counting Down to Our Burns Night Supper

    • Yes and no. My husband is a chef, and we both actually like haggis. We aren’t so sure about our friends (even though the majority of them are in the restaurant industry), so he makes what he refers to as Faux-gis. You’ll have to stay tuned for more details.

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      • It would be fun for you to visit! I will be sure to invite you to the first party we throw after moving in late April. It will be sometime in May or June, I imagine. But our Burns Night Supper is the best. So much fun.

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