In the Highlands the Fastern’s E’en supper ended with sauty bannocks, made of eggs and meal with plenty of salt and toasted on the gridiron. A token was baked into the dough, and the unmarried man whose bannock held it would be wed before the next Fastern’s E’en. Then came the dreaming bannocks, which had a little soot in them and had to be baked in total silence, for one word would spoil the charm. Each person took one quietly to bed, laid his head on it and expected to see his sweetheart in his sleep.
Sauty Bannocks and Dreaming Bannocks
Shrove Tuesday
No longer kept
the baker must be as mute as a stone
From Hone's Every-Day Book, vol. 1, cols. 260-261. Read the original
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