At least, I hope Rabbie would be proud. I can't speak for anyone but myself, but I can tell you that last night was a wonderful evening for me. And, I can swear that everyone there was of the best character you can imagine. I expected to have at least one knothead who would not be pleasant, but OH NO, these guys are great to hang out with.

As my dad would have said, "All wool and a yard wide."

This is what the gathered rabble (plus one would-be rabble) looked like after being stuffed w' haggis--reekin', risch--neeps, and tatties, and being plied with toasts.


Left-to-right: CavScout, cgrinder, nixphotographic, gilmore, thescot, David (my kilt-wearing friend/non-Xmarker), and SoutherScot.

Not bad, huh? You can dress these guys up and take 'em out.

Then, of course, in honor of our mutual, friend, hero, and mentor, our best Hamish:



Sorry I didn't get the kilts in the photo, but it was a bit crowded in the dining area and cold outside.

I cooked enough haggis for 20 people, and we just about ate it all. Holly also cooked shepherd's pie and corned beef with cabbage, but, except for Grinder who is young and can eat all day, no one ate it. Ha.

There were great sighs of relief once the haggis was tasted, and I have made new converts to the cause of hunting, skinning, cooking, and eating the little critters.

Next year, we do it bigger.

Thanks to all you guys who came. Let's do it again.