Food Poetry Fete: Plan a Burns Night

Poetry has its way of coursing its way into conversations unexpectedly. I’ve given up alcohol for the month of January, except, of course, I’m making an exception for Burns night. Burns night. It glimmered as a side comment in the long litany of instruction on how to properly roll out and blind bake tart dough. Much like… Continue reading Food Poetry Fete: Plan a Burns Night