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[food] Eating Haggis on Burns Day
Last night I went to a haggis party at the home of Jersey Girl in Portland. It was fun to be able to go out of an evening, and, well, haggis on Robert Burns day. And this was the real thing, made from scratch with authentic ingredients.
There was a ceremonial reading of the Burns poem on haggis, then there was the serving of the beast. It looked nasty and, honestly, to my palate didn’t taste much better, but I am glad I tried it. Kind of like a feral, inept sausage cut by too much oatmeal. I’m pretty sure I won’t ever need to eat it again. Still, it was fun, and the company of Jersey Girl’s friends was good.
And, well, haggis. Come on. How often do you get a chance?
Haggis in the pan
Haggis on the plate
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Posted: 6:28 am Thu January 26 2012 |
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stevie
January 26th, 2012 at 2:37 pmI think you’ve missed the vital aspect of the haggis experience; it has to be brought to the dinner table in the wake of the bagpiper.
My personal view is that after listening to somebody playing the bagpipes for more than a nanosecond or so I would cheerfully eat the dinner table itself…