‘Too much good whisky is barely ever enough’

Whisky cocktails  were sweet medicine for Trish and her doctor husband Dougie. ANL-150123-103450001
Whisky cocktails were sweet medicine for Trish and her doctor husband Dougie. ANL-150123-103450001
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TRISH TAKES FIVE: By blogger Trish Burgess

A sure fire way to make a Scotsman happy is to invite him to an event where complimentary whisky is available.

I certainly cheered up my Scotsman by telling him I had been invited to the launch of a new magazine, Whisky Quarterly, and he was welcome to join me.

No longer complaining that I’m ‘always on the computer’, Dougie is now able to appreciate some of the benefits that my blogging can bring.

We attended the launch party in London last week and had a grand time, mixing with whisky aficionados and PR people.

The evening started off fairly low­ key but, unsurprisingly, ended very merrily, thanks to the whisky cocktails on offer throughout the proceedings.

Whilst I supped on a St Lawrence (Bourbon mixed with maple syrup and apple juice) the Doc chose Penicillin (a mix of two types of whisky with honey and ginger).

He told me it’s always important to have the correct dose of medicine so promptly prescribed himself another, to ensure its effectiveness.

I imagine a great deal of whisky has been enjoyed over the weekend at the many Burns Night celebrations.

Unfortunately, we weren’t attending but I have fond memories of a Burns Supper in 2003 when both Dougie and I were asked to speak at the local Caledonian Society’s dinner in Boston.

We had never even attended a Burns Supper before that night but when we were approached by the president, who was also our son’s headmaster at the time, we felt we couldn’t say no.

Agreeing to speak is one thing: deciding what on earth you are going to say is another. Dougie’s speech had to fit with ‘The land we live in and our guests’.

He decided to talk about being a Scot in Lincolnshire and told a few tales about being a GP in a small village in the county.

If I remember rightly, he ended the speech with a rendition of Goldilocks told in the Scottish dialect which, although had little to do with the theme, was very entertaining.

The ‘Toast to the Lassies’ was given by the former head of Spalding Grammar School, Michael Stewart.

The reply, a chance for womankind to remind men of their shortcomings, was given by me.

I have no recollection of what I said that evening but I do remember I broke with protocol and delivered my words in verse.

Speeches over, Dougie and I, together with the other speakers, breathed a sigh of relief and, having been anxious all evening, could now relax. Just a pity that the night was over: everyone was going home just as we were ready for the night to begin.

We may have missed out on celebrating Robert Burns’ birthday this year but we won’t be missing out on haggis.

It’s a big favourite in our house, and Rory’s choice of meal when the prodigal son 
returns home at the end of term from university.

Dougie has become quite the master at cooking the ‘great chieftain o’ the pudding­race’, frying it with onion and whisky and stuffing it into chicken breasts before wrapping in streaky bacon.

It’s unlikely he’ll don his kilt whilst he’s in the kitchen but there’s sure to be a wee dram by his side.

You can follow Trish on Twitter @mumsgoneto and read her blog at www.mumsgoneto.blogspot.com