Haggis is offal marmite, I suppose. People will happily eat liver and kidney, yet choke back vomit on the thought of eating haggis, as if heart and lungs are involved in the production of more unpleasant substances of those aforementioned organs.
I'm the other way round, I will eat haggis but no other organ things. It's the Scottish blood.
Mum insists we celebrate each year, and woe betide me if I turn up in my work gear. Burns is to be respected, even if it was the wrong night. We can't pipe in the Haggis, but I did pretend, and mum has to recite the Selkirk Grace that Burns himself did at a dinner on St Mary's Isle Kirkcudbright. Our home town.
Some hae meat and canna eat
And some wad eat that want it;
But we hae meat, and we can eat,
Sae let the Lord be thankit.
It usually takes her three goes to get all the way through, but she makes it. Luckily it's the Selkirk Grace, and not the rude version of "Coming Through the Rye" that is associated with Burn's night. Burns wrote that one with his diamond ring on the window of a pub in Dumfries, up the road.
Of our two guests, only one was a haggis virgin. He was happy with the whisky, but you could tell he was only pretending to enjoy the mighty haggis, "Chieftain o' thae Puddin Race". His chewing was far too slow.
Our guest was a wuss.
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I draw the line at tripe but will gladly accept anything else and haggis is a particular favourite. Hope the hedgehog henjoyed his.ReplyDelete
Tripe and onions was a popular meal in my youth, I ate it grudgingly!;-) Faggots and peas (or paes if you are from the Black Country) go down well...homemade of course!ReplyDelete
Your Hoggie does look happy Si.lol
Lovely, interesting traditions, even though I would say the hedgehog looks a little bit doubtful. :)ReplyDelete
Have a good week ahead!
Thanks, I think they are wonderful. Tons of flavour!ReplyDelete