anyone buy a haggis

Irish people will find any excuse to drink whisky.

smash wrote: »

It's kind of like a big black pudding isn't it?

Taste wise it can be more like white pudding. Had it in the Conan Doyle bar in edinburgh a few months back for the first time it was delish!

I.
Love.
Haggis.
Neaps 'n' tatties ftw!!!

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the pudding-race!
Aboon them a' yet tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o'a grace
As lang's my arm.

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin was help to mend a mill
In time o'need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.

His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An' cut you up wi' ready sleight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like ony ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin', rich!

Then, horn for horn, they stretch an' strive:
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
Bethankit! hums.

Is there that owre his French ragout
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad make her spew
Wi' perfect sconner,
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckles as wither'd rash,
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash;
His nieve a nit;
Thro' blody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll mak it whissle;
An' legs an' arms, an' hands will sned,
Like taps o' trissle.

Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer
Gie her a haggis!


A child of five could understand this - send somebody to fetch a child of five! :pac:

Had mine last night, bought outta Marks and Spencers and washed it down with a wee whisky, fab meal!

Gandhi wrote: »

Probable urban legend I heard once about haggis:

He fills a condom with dog food, and bakes it in the oven for 24 hours.

More than likely an urban legend.

The Backwards Man wrote: »

No true Scotsman eats that dung.

Luckily, I'm Irish.

Edit: Deep fry the bejaysus out of it and true Scotsmen would fling their grannies out of the road to eat it!

Haggis is amazing. Make sure to wash it all down with an Irn Bru!

We bought three from Marks & Spencer who always have them at this time of year.
2 of the lamb ones and a small vegetarian one which was also delicious.

They also have (cheaper) haggis made of pork but this is so inauthentic we couldn't see the point.

I've made it myself in the past, quite simple: but you can't buy sheep lungs in Irish butchers anymore so it ends up as a mixture of liver, kidney and heart, plus a handful of gigot, chopped in food prosser, mixed with oatmeal, onions and spice, and cooked in a bowl like a plum pudding. (in greaseproof or muslin)

Bring it in with bagpipe ceremonial music, and turn out in front of the most honoured guest to be Addressed and "Cut thee up wi' ready sleight"

Bashed neeps, tatties, sprouts wi'bacon and cream. Nips of Scotch.

Don't forget that you must finish the evening with ALL the words of Auld Lang Syne!