parritch


Also found in: Wikipedia.

parritch

(ˈpærɪtʃ; ˈpɑːr-)
n
(Cookery) a Scot word for porridge
References in classic literature ?
"It would be strange if I didnae," he returned, "for he was my born brother; and little as ye seem to like either me or my house, or my good parritch, I'm your born uncle, Davie, my man, and you my born nephew.
And, Davie, my man, if you're done with that bit parritch, I could just take a sup of it myself.
I'm nae warlock, to find a fortune for you in the bottom of a parritch bowl; but just you give me a day or two, and say naething to naebody, and as sure as sure, I'll do the right by you."
"You are not a true Scotchwoman, if you don't like the 'parritch.' It's a pity, for I made it myself, and thought we'd have such a good time with all that cream to float it in.
Wow, wad the creatures min' their single carritch, Or stint their rhyme to 'postrophize their parritch, Their brose-cogs, kail, or saucy barley-bannocks-- The first might mend their hearts, the lave their stammaks-- An' leave me, an' my spurtle-blade, sae fain, We'll last the langer that we're lat alane.
Well, it may not have ushered in any hoped-for change (in my case, at least) but at least it means we can 'get back tae auld claes 'n' parritch', as my grandfather was fond of saying (that's old clothes and porridge to you Sassenachs!).
The Parritch and the Partridge: The Reception of Robert Burns in German: A History; 2nd Edition
In the third poem in the argument, opening with an address to the "Alyth Gentry," the Muir counters by arguing that rather than building housing where "the puir man's parritch pot" will "aye boil," the intent is to sell the land to the railway and to Dundee commuters:
And, Davie my man, if you're done with that bit parritch, I could just take a sup of it myself (K)
The dialect and diet of an older Scotland would have summed things up as a move back to 'auld claes and parritch'.
After the finery, it was back to auld claes and parritch. After the sunshine, a dreich and damp day in Auld Reekie.
"I live on the fat of the land without getting fat," Muir wrote, "crackers and claret and a birdpicking of fruit." Even this diet proved too rich for the old Scotsman, who dreamed of "going back to the faith of my fathers--a poke of oatmeal, a luggie of parritch and a bicker of brose [translation: oatmeal, oatmeal, and oatmeal]." In the end, Muir longed for the taste of childhood.