‘What’s fur ye will no go by ye’ What’s for you, will never go past you.

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Its no secret that my heritage and my heart rests in bonnie Scotland. Born into a family entirely of Scottish blood as far back as we can delve, my blood runs thick with highland air and whisky.

Burn’s night is celebrated each year 25th January, a time to recite poems, dance the highland fling, eat haggis, neeps & tatties before cranachan and a wee dram.

It’s rib sticking fare, and not for the faint hearted, so here I share my lighter, yet no less decadent version of cranachan. Make it and feel that warm whisky glow redden your cheeks and warm your heart…