Happy 250th birthday Robbie Burns! It took me a while but I finally got up enough strength to try haggis. I think it was the reciting of the 'Address to a Haggis' at the pub the other night. Taught to me by a tried and true Scot, named Scott. I've been told you really only need to know the first verse.
Fair fa your honest, sonsie (cheeky) face,
Great chieftan o' the puddin-race!
Aboon (above) them a' ye tak your place,
Painch (stomach) tripe, or thairm (intestine):
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace
As lang's my arm.
Went to Selfridges to get a haggis of our very own (it was recommended that we go there, I am not obsessed) and threw it in the oven for 2 1/2 hours as directed. We marched it to the table- no bagpipers- but alas it had popped open in the oven. The address seemed a little weak after that. It was delicious with 'tatties'/mashed potatoes and well we substituted the 'neeps' /turnips for broccoli (probably a big no-no) and washed it down with nothing other than Scotch whiskey. Next year I might get some bagpipe music. My mother in law did decorate the table with a little tartan- as you may see in the photos. Now I just have to find a recipe for leftover haggis... hmm sandwiches?
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