WEEK FORTY-EIGHT – Irn-Bru/Cullen Skink

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Scotland has long been associated with liquid refreshment of one sort or another. From the nip to the swallie, it always goes down a treat; while from broth to brose it warms the proverbial cockles. Almost as iconic as whisky, Irn-Bru is popularly acclaimed as ‘Scotland’s other national drink’. Though many Scots state they couldn’t live without it, proclaiming it the best hangover cure around, few dentists would endorse its high sugar content (but, to be fair, alternative low calorie versions are available). While the ingredients of Irn-Bru, famously ‘made in Scotland from girders’, were often thought of as the country’s best kept secret, those of this week’s other iconic national liquid, Cullen Skink, are as plain as the fare they represent. Smoked haddock, potatoes, onions and milk have formed the basis of this wholesome soup since time immemorial. Though more adventurous chefs have been known to add ingredients as exotic as bay leaves, chives, fennel and even a poached egg, the traditional recipe remains the all-time favourite. So, whether the approaching New Year hangover is best assuaged with sugary pop or warming soup we at Scotia Extremis HQ leave up to our esteemed readers.

The Declaration of Barrbru
by Rebecca Sharp


Cullen Skink
by Dilys Rose

The Cullen Skink World Championship
has  commenced and the battle for the crown –
contested by more than a dozen hopefuls – is hotting up!

Ye swither atween the deil o a broth
and a deep sea stew o tatties, ingins,
a drappie milk and scraps o  smuikit haddie. 

And whit a braw and  couthie appellation
that tickles outrels and, in locals forby,
boosts pride in thir ain hame-branded cuisine!

                Oh skink, oh skink, oh cullen skink,
                I love yir skinkle, yir neb-twitchin stink. 

On tartanned tables o Balmoral Hotels
fae Edina tae Durban  yi scrub up fair perjink,
wi  chiffonades o parsley, drizzles  o cream

but forget yir airs and graces. Dae yir job.
Cheer the  hert  and warm the painch o shilpit folk.
Ye wir aye humble fare.  And nane the waur o it.


rebecca-sharp-photo-raz-ullahRebecca Sharp
is a writer from Glasgow, now based in Fife.  She has a special interest in interdisciplinary and collaborative projects – examples include Unmapped, an exhibition and book of poems and paintings with artist Anna King (2013); and For the Bees, text for musical performance with Mr McFall’s Chamber (2014).  In 2016 her play The Air That Carries The Weight was performed at the Traverse theatre in Edinburgh; and she was Poet-Perfumer in Residence with StAnza poetry festival, creating an installation of poetry and scent.  www.rebeccajoysharp.com



Dilys Rose lives and works in Edinburgh. She is a novelist, short story writer, poet and librettist and has published eleven books, most recently the novel Pelmanism (2014). A new novel, Unspeakable, is due out in 2017.




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Rebecca Sharp photo courtesy of Raz Ullah

3 thoughts on “WEEK FORTY-EIGHT – Irn-Bru/Cullen Skink

  1. Whit a fousome year o extremities,an a fair fouthie cantrip o an idea in the first place.It’s been brawsome! Twa toothsome pieces tae feenish aff an aw,baith mellin thir ain ferlies oot o the makkins.Thanks folks.


      • ….the anely problem bein that ah yaised the word fousome,thinkin ah jaloose,o English “fulsome”,it anely comin tae me later in a cauld sweit,that fousome cin be kindae pejorative…WHICH IT SHAIR WISNAE MEANT TAE BE!!..as youse’ll hae workt oot,ah’m recknin.


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