Having lived in Scotland, I’m a bit homesick around Hogmanay… tonight will be loud and cheerful throughout Scotland, rain or not. So to ease my homesickness, here’s a wee touch o’ Bonnie Scotland. Happy Hogmanay, everyone!
Scottish Shortbread
Traditionally, Scottish shortbread is either broken off in pieces from one large slab, or scored with a knife before baking into ~1/2 inch “fingers” to break off after baking; scoring into “pie” shaped pieces is also common. I’ve made it as a large sheet scored, the traditional shape that says “shortbread” to me. For the best results, use real, fresh butter; margarine does not count. After all, if you’re going to make it, do it right!
2 C. butter, softened
1 C. light brown sugar
~ 3 ½–4 C. plain white flour
½ tsp. salt
Fast Method:
Cream butter until white with a mixer. Add brown sugar & salt. Beat very well. Add flour. Beat with a dough hook. Drop cookies on cookie sheets with teaspoon. Pierce with a fork or toothpick at even intervals to keep them flat while baking. Bake @ 150°C for 15–20 minutes. Do not brown, or they will become too dry.
Traditional Method:
Cream butter & brown sugar with a fork until well mixed. Add salt & mix. Add 3 ½ C. of flour, & mix with fork. Use the remaining flour while rolling out into a sheet. Turn out dough & knead for 5–10 minutes until well mixed with an even consistency. Roll out to ¼” & cut cookies, either with cookie cutters, or by scoring with a knife. Pierce with a fork or toothpick at even intervals to keep them flat while baking. Bake @ 150°C for 20–25 minutes. Do not brown.
Auld Lang Syne
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my jo,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp!
and surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
We twa hae run about the braes,
and pu’d the gowans fine;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
sin auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidl’d i’ the burn,
frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
sin auld lang syne.
And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere!
and gie’s a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll tak a right gude-willy waught,
for auld lang syne.