What Scottish People do on Saturday Night
Have I mentioned that my family is ridiculously Scottish? As in “ I am so Scottish that one of the first sounds I heard was a bagpipe, I took Scottish dancing lessons as a girl, I eat haggis and oatmeal dressing and men wore kilts at my wedding.” On an ‘Are You a Scot?’ Scale from 1 to 10, I think that makes me a 7.
So a few weeks ago, I got together with my mom, dad, sister and brother-in-law for a good ol’ Scottish Saturday night dinner (Joey was home with a horrible, horrible cold) at the farm. And like all good Scots do, we held a little Scotch tasting as an aperitif (that makes it sound more like we’re sophisticated and less like we’re drunkards) to dinner. See below.
Actually this photo is more about the randomness of the objects in it than Scotch.
In the picture above, you will see four bottles of Scotch, of which we did try a few. To be perfectly honest, I refrained from trying any because I am not a fan of scotch. I had to take a shot of my great-grandpa’s bottle of 40-year-old Pinch Scottish Whiskey at my wedding and just about yacked all over my dress. I don’t do well with straight-up, hard-core liquor.
Anyways…back to the randomness of the aforementioned photo. If you have a keen eye, you will notice a vase filled with pheasant and/or turkey feathers. My parents collect them on their jaunts around the farm and have chosen to display them on their kitchen counter. You may also spot a little glass-blown fish in front of the booze that my mom slid into the photo seconds before my dad snapped it. She’s so wily and unpredictable! And of course, there is The Chronometer. It was a family gathering after all, so it’s only appropriate that it be there.
This photo was taken on the eve of the day light savings time change and my dad had to change the time on The Chronometer (as well as the other 10 antique clocks he owns), which required him to take it apart.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you the inner working of The Great Chronometer!
What a splendid and awesome sight.
Scottish here too, dad plays the pipes. Love the pic of the chronometer — also love the Laphroaig.
My husband’s family is Scottish…lowlanders…apparently we were not good people. Maybe that’s why we drink so much:-) Hee,hee, hee.
Congrats..
Not Scottish…. actually Irish. But I can still enjoy a good Scotch. I really like Laphroaig (I think it’s actually in the picture). It has a strong, smoky, peaty character.
The part about your mom sliding the little glass-blown fish into the photo at the last minute made me laugh! It’s so “family-ish!”
Sweet post.
Laurel & Susie – It's great to find a few other Scots out there!
Laurel & Ethan – Glad you two can appreciate the Laphroaig. I'm still acquiring a taste for it.
Starsimplified – I'm happy you got a kick out of it. Thank you!