Today, gentle readers, is the birthday of Scottish poet Robert Burns. In his honor, I am attending a Robert Burns supper, complete with everyone's favorite Scottish dish, haggis. I have never eaten haggis before, but expect a full report when I return. (Don't know what haggis is? Wait and see...)
From Burns' "Tribute to a Haggis":
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o the puddin'-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang's my arm.