“Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.”-Ernest Hemingway
“Eulogy is nice but one does not learn anything from it.”-Ellen Terry
“Let them cant about decorum, who have characters to lose!”-Robert Burns
“Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.”-Ernest Hemingway
“Eulogy is nice but one does not learn anything from it.”-Ellen Terry
“Let them cant about decorum, who have characters to lose!”-Robert Burns
Robert Burns was born on 25 January 1759.
Robert Burns
“Let them cant about decorum, who have characters to lose!”-Robert Burns
W. Somerset Maugham was born 25 January 1874.
W. Somerset Maugham
“Impropriety is the soul of wit.”-W. Somerset Maugham
Virginia Woolf was born on 25 January 1882.
Virginia Woolf by Roger Fry
“You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”-Virginia Woolf
Too Many Choices
Happy Burns Day! Good old Rabbie Burns, Scotland’s darling, was born on 25 January 1759. As I am certain you know by now, The Chef and I are throwing our annual Burns Supper tonight. Yay, the revelry is almost upon us! I have last-minute party preparations to handle but you, lucky ones, can sit back with a cuppa whilst reading this special edition of Shopping for the Bookworm. Enjoy! Continue reading
A great advantage of throwing an annual themed party is that you have the opportunity to tweak some of the components, adjusting for both so-so elements and after-the-fact brilliant ideas. Knowing that you have a do-over approximately 365 days in the future eliminates any post-party regret. Probably the biggest addition to our 2013 Burns Night Supper is the Toasting Contest. The Chef came up with the idea; he’s a smarty, that one.
All toasts must be original compositions. A bottle of Scotch goes to the winner. Am I puckish in hoping for a bunch of tipsy, off-the-cuff entries? Alcohol often breeds strange, unexpected eloquence in tongue-tied speakers, so it is a possibility. That’s entertainment, folks! Does it sound like I plan on plying my guests with drinks in order to promote a more interesting Toasting Contest? That is not my intention. No, not at all. Nothing to see here.
The Chef has prepared a back-up toast, in case no one else enters the contest. That would be awful, and would mortally wound our sensitive feelings. At least we’ll have a bottle of Scotch in which to drown our sorrows. We hope that this newest delight pleases our guests. If not, there’s always next year.
The Chef’s Toast-in-Progress. Instagram.
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.
I’m going to party like it is 1906. See you next year!
New Year’s Eve 1906 at the Savoy. The Illustrated London News, Saturday, January 5, 1907.
“And we’ll take a cup ‘o kindness yet, for auld lang syne.”-Robert Burns, Auld Lang Syne