Twas our first Burns night where we had to cook the main dinner, Rebecca stepped up to the plate and even prepared the traditional Cranachan pudding. I filled my plate with haggis while we lamented not being able to share this evening with friends like we typically do. Still, we exchanged photos of our meal with Louis and Rachel and all felt a little better.
To honor the night, I leave a little poem by Sidney Hoddes which I'll quietly dedicate to Rebecca:
If I ever had to choose between you
and a third helping of mashed potato,
(whipped lightly with a fork
not whisked,
and a little pool of butter
melting in the middle...)
I think
I’d choose
the mashed potato.
But I’d choose you next.
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