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Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: January 13th, 2009, 3:55 pm
by Cuchulainn
originsAll Irish whiskeys are very good, Scotch SINGLE MALT is the bees knees ( != blended...) Cooley stuff

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: January 13th, 2009, 4:00 pm
by Cuchulainn
QuoteOriginally posted by: WilfridQuoteOriginally posted by: mackbarHow to Drink Scotch WhiskeyI say, shouldn't that be Whisky? I think you are mixing up your Scotch and Irish. No gentleman would ever do that, what?Indeed. But have you triedQuoteJapan's Nikka Yoichi 20 whisky, produced at the Yoichi Distillery near Sapporo onthe northerly Hokkaido Island, has recently been crowned the world's best singlemalt whisky in the World Whiskies Awards 2008, beating its perennial Scottish rivals tothe top prize. Experts put the win down to Yoichi 20's traditional productionmethods and more variable climate than in Scotland.

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: January 13th, 2009, 4:04 pm
by trackstar
No water for me. And I trust that you all will forgive me for the spelling indiscretion.So many dialects to master at Wilmott.

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: January 13th, 2009, 4:27 pm
by Cuchulainn
QuoteOriginally posted by: mackbarNo water for me. And I trust that you all will forgive me for the spelling indiscretion.These are very discerning people indeed. What about mountain tea if you are not inclined to pay excise duty, what?

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: January 13th, 2009, 4:52 pm
by trackstar
Laphroaig, please.

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: January 14th, 2009, 2:22 pm
by Traden4Alpha
You can't have a proper Robert Burns supper without:Haggis is delicious, either boiled into submission with tatters and neeps (hungryquant-style) or in a fancy-pants sauce (e.g., brandy-peppercorn cream sauce).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 graceAs lang's my arm.The groaning trencher there ye fill,Your hurdies like a distant hill,Your pin wad help to mend a millIn time o' need,While thro' your pores the dews distilLike amber bead.His knife see rustic Labour dight,An' cut ye up wi' ready slight,Trenching your gushing entrails brightLike onie ditch;And then, O what a glorious sight,Warm-reekin, rich!Then, horn for horn, they strech an' strive:Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve,Are bent like drums;Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,'Bethankit!' hums.Is there that owre his French ragoutOr olio that wad staw a sow,Or fricassee wad mak her spewWi' perfect sconner,Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' viewOn sic a dinner?Poor devil! see him owre his trash,As feckless as a wither'd rash,His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash,His nieve a nit;Thro' bluidy flood or field to dash,O how unfit!But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,The trembling earth resounds his tread.Clap in his walie nieve a blade,He'll make it whissle;An' legs, an' arms, an' heads will sned,Like taps o' thrissle.Ye Pow'rs wha mak mankind your care,And dish them out their bill o 'fare,Auld Scotland wants nae skinking wareThat jaups in luggies;But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer,Gie her a Haggis!

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: January 14th, 2009, 2:31 pm
by Cuchulainn
Scotland wants no wimpy food

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: February 22nd, 2009, 7:39 pm
by Cuchulainn
Nelson Mandela's welcome to Glasgow

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: February 24th, 2009, 2:12 am
by trackstar
Hiker in Ben Nevis

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: February 24th, 2009, 1:52 pm
by ppauper
QuoteOriginally posted by: CuchulainnNelson Mandela's welcome to Glasgowwelcome to Glasgow and you're welcome to it ?

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: March 6th, 2009, 3:40 pm
by hungryquant
the scots demonstrate they truly are the world leaders in deep fried innovation. I present the stonner :- A sausage, wrapped in kebab meat, then deep fried 8 )apparently customers are limited to one a week !stonner

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: March 6th, 2009, 4:11 pm
by trackstar
HQ - you are something else!I am having a fruit granola bar just now - have you ever tried one? The last time I visited Scotland, it was October and seemed to be hurricane season in Oban. Torrential rains and wind - I still hiked all around, but drying the clothes out was a problem in the evening.Walking trails...

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: March 7th, 2009, 8:59 am
by Cuchulainn
"To a Mouse", by R. Burns. The second-last verse inspired the title of a John Steinbeck novel. immortal wordsQuoteWEE, sleekit, cow’rin, tim’rous beastie, O, what a panic’s in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi’ bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee, 5 Wi’ murd’ring pattle! I’m truly sorry man’s dominion, Has broken nature’s social union, An’ justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle 10 At me, thy poor, earth-born companion, An’ fellow-mortal! I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve; What then? poor beastie, thou maun live! A daimen icker in a thrave 15 ’S a sma’ request; I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave, An’ never miss’t! Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin! It’s silly wa’s the win’s are strewin! 20 An’ naething, now, to big a new ane, O’ foggage green! An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin, Baith snell an’ keen! Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ waste, 25 An’ weary winter comin fast, An’ cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell— Till crash! the cruel coulter past Out thro’ thy cell. 30 That wee bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble, Has cost thee mony a weary nibble! Now thou’s turn’d out, for a’ thy trouble, But house or hald, To thole the winter’s sleety dribble, 35 An’ cranreuch cauld! But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain; The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men Gang aft agley, 40 An’lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain, For promis’d joy! Still thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me The present only toucheth thee: But, Och! I backward cast my e’e. 45 On prospects drear! An’ forward, tho’ I canna see, I guess an’ fear!

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: March 7th, 2009, 2:53 pm
by Traden4Alpha
QuoteOriginally posted by: Cuchulainn"To a Mouse", by R. Burns. The second-last verse inspired the title of a John Steinbeck novel. immortal wordsQuoteStill thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me The present only toucheth thee: But, Och! I backward cast my e’e. On prospects drear! An’ forward, tho’ I canna see, I guess an’ fear! This bit belongs in Paul's Modeler's Manifesto for sure. The financial industry's "wee bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble, " is now facing "winter’s sleety dribble."

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: March 7th, 2009, 3:47 pm
by Cuchulainn
QuoteOriginally posted by: Traden4AlphaQuoteOriginally posted by: Cuchulainn"To a Mouse", by R. Burns. The second-last verse inspired the title of a John Steinbeck novel. immortal wordsQuoteStill thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me The present only toucheth thee: But, Och! I backward cast my e’e. On prospects drear! An’ forward, tho’ I canna see, I guess an’ fear! This bit belongs in Paul's Modeler's Manifesto for sure. The financial industry's "wee bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble, " is now facing "winter’s sleety dribble."Indeed!I think each verse is relevant. Translation