Showing posts with label burns supper. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 5 February 2013

Burns night 2013

Those of you who have been following our houseful of boys for a while now may remember that every year my husband's sister hosts a Burns Supper. (Last year's one can be found here and I explain a little more about the tradition there too if you haven't heard of it!)

This year it took place on Saturday evening, a week after the official date for the celebration.

There were around 30 people crammed into my sister in law's house, and everyone enjoyed an evening of great food (starting with haggis, of course), good music and good company. It is so nice to catch up with old friends and these sorts of things.

The pudding table is always a highlight too!




My contributions to the pudding table were:


a wheat & dairy free chocolate saltire cake,




...and an old fashioned dumpling.



My grannies both made great dumplings, or duffs as they are known on the islands, so my ambition is to get as good as them!

Each year, once the food is finished, we all sing a selection of old Scottish songs. This year Calum had been practising hard, learning a few of the songs from the song-sheet so he could accompany us on his accordion.

Before that though, it was solo time. A couple of the other boys who were there recited Scottish poems they had learned, James played his trombone and Calum played his accordion. David was too shy!

Here is a wee clip of Calum and James doing their solos.



Then it was time for the sing-song.

A couple of the guys usually bring their guitars along to accompany the songs. Calum had never played his pieces accompanied before, so he was kind of thrown in at the deep end, but he did amazingly well. He kept the time perfectly and if he did miss a note or two he knew exactly where to come back in. I can see him entertaining at ceilidhs in the future!

I shan't bore you all with all the clips I took of our singing, just the one. And a rather fitting one too - Flower of Scotland.


Monday, 7 February 2011

Burns Supper

Every year my husband's sister hosts a Burns Supper. This year's supper was a little later than usual as she had something else on last weekend, when it would usually have taken place.

In the past it was a much smaller affair with only a few close friends and family there. The girls would get together a few weeks beforehand and write a funny song about the boys, using the melody from any well known Scots tune, and the boys would do likewise about the girls. It was usually a source of great hilarity.

Now though, it has grown and grown, with about 30 people there this year. At my sister-in-law's church there are a lot of students so it seems that every year there are quite a few new folk invited. While it is nice to meet new people, I must say I do miss the intimacy of the old days (and by old days I only mean about 5 years ago!) The evening is still good fun with haggis, neeps and tatties provided by my SIL; we all bring deserts; there was a fun Scottish quiz and then a Scottish sing-a-long to finish. I don't mean to boast, but the team The Mighty Murrays (myself, hubs and our two oldest boys) were victorious in the quiz :0)

Sit back and enjoy (quite) a few photos of the evening.

You can tell we've just arrived because shirts are pretty much still tucked in and socks are just about all
 still up!




Daddy's boy



Another giant chocolate cupcake







David and a couple of the other boys who were there (he doesn't take long making friends!)






....Enjoying the giant chocolate cupcake...






Calum loves Auntie Anna's collie dog, Cuilean.




I love this picture of my husband!




Alasdair loves Cuilean too.




The boys song a sang of their own...




...then David sang a solo....



...then everyone had a sing-song.



The Mighty Murrays ready to leave.




Our quiz prize!







Back home again in the calm, quiet houseful of boys.


Thank you so much to those who are praying for the family in the post below. It's all that we can do in such a time.