Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o the puddin'-race!
I did nae mean nae Robbie Burns, I meant nae scolding, blistering and ouch-ouch-ouch, nae burns!
Once upon a blog, I mentioned a dabble with silicon, whilst laying down some good old faithful rubber for the wet and wild side of life. Slowly, but surly, I’ve reacquainted meself with the hot and bothersome culinary quarters, and the joys of heat resistant personal protective equipment, as demonstrated by Sandy.
And if you were wondering as to whether I’d indulged in a wee highland beastie this night…
The haggis is way too fast for me!