Punchnep and a little poetry

On this day in 1759, Scotland’s most famed National Bard, Robert Burns, was born. In honor of his 252nd birthday, I decided to make some neeps and tatties. (I’ll admit, I didn’t know it was auld Robbie’s b-day until I checked in on MOP this morning, but I’ll take any chance I can get to eat “neeps” and “tatties.”) I found a recipe in my new Celtic cookbook for Punchnep, which is one of the few vegetarian-friendly Scottish dishes, and it is super easy to make…

Dice, boil, and mash 1 pound of potatoes (a.k.a. “tatties”)

Dice, boil, and mash 1 pound turnips (a.k.a. “neeps”)

Mix them together and add butter and milk (and a boiled and mashed apple, if you are adventurous), then season to taste with salt and pepper.  I also cooked up the turnip greens.

And you’ve just made Punchnep!! (Please ignore the non-Scottish grilled cheese…I was hungry.)

I don’t read much poetry; I typically get my poetic fix via music. I thought tonight would be a fitting time to share with you the lyrics of a song that always make me think of Jamie and Claire.

“The Greatest Sum” by the Avett Brothers

This and who I used to be
Don’t matter much at all to me.
To pin you down, to plant your feet’s
A far cry from my destiny.

Not even the clouds,
Not even the past,
Not even the hands of God
could hold me back from you.

Dark and lonely is the ride,
the devil always by my side.
Though no match for what lies between
the thought of you,
your trust for me.

Not even the sun,
A bullet from a gun,
No, nothing that this world could bring or
Anything someone could do
Could hold me back from you.

No count of gold placed in my hand,
The largest find,
The greatest sum.
Though some would say
It’d ease our pain,
We know that it can’t be done.

Not even the sun,
Not even the clouds.
Not even the past,
No, nothing that this world can bring or anything someone can do,
Could hold me back from you.