Burns baby, Burns

So, I went to a Burns Night supper on Thursday night and left thinking I really must drink more whisky. Not that night (I’d already had a couple of drams). Just generally, because it’s the most glorious drink and I really don’t drink it very often. Dried fruits, nuts, vanilla and spice – the flavour variation is endless depending on how and where it’s made. And taking it with a dash of cold water means it won’t (funnily enough) burn. Talking of which, note to self: don’t leave doing your upper lip until the last minute when you’re going out. Talk about feeling the burn. Anyway, I’ve included a great (value) starter whisky in this week’s reviews. Slàinte, as they say.