The Modern Burns Supper

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“Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftan o’ the puddin-race…” I’d like to say I know more, but that was the extent of the address my haggis got this Burns Night. I could have recited Scots Wae Hae, which I won a prize for reciting in primary school, or the first line of To… 

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Blackberry and Bramley Apple Crumble

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What has happened to the snow? I’m sure that less than a week ago, we were all promised thick blankets of the white fluffy stuff, a threat of major traffic chaos and a polite shove towards the welly section in Primark. Although the traffic chaos has stayed (hello Hurricane Bawbag), the weather seems to have… 

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