Haggis and Lasses

Tonight we had a special feast for Robert Burns night. He's a Scottish poet and national hero, and the annual feast in his honour is a big deal, I've heard it described as a cross between Thanksgiving and Fourth of July for Scottish people. Traditions include bagpipe and fiddle music, eating haggis, drinking scotch, and lots of toasts about the memory of Burns and other things Scottish. I had the vegetarian haggis, no idea what was in it, but like the haggis in Edinburgh I thought it was fantastic. After dinner was ceilidh dancing, a distant cousin of American square dancing, which was quite good as well.