Not to mention the slight risk of tuberculosis from lung tissues.
Hoot Mon!!!
Neeps & Tatties!!! MMMMmmm!!!
Haggis Ping
anything that has sheep lungs in it is not the food line i want to be in!
Ah yes, I can see the ads now - Haggis it offal good!
Imported Haggis in a tin can sounds almost as yummy as old shoe filled with cat shit.
If the market for haggis was so “massive” here in the U.S., there’d be an American maker of the stuff.
There’s not?
Well, to quote Manfred Mann, it ain’t my cup of meat, but if someone wants to eat sheep’s lungs, that’s their call.
Not to mention the slight risk of tuberculosis from lung tissues.
I didn’t ealize there was a haggis ban.
No wonder I couldn’t find it in the Walmart Deli
Haggis Ping :-)
Address to a Haggis.
Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o the puddin’-race!
Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang’s my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad 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 slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie 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;
The 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 mak her spew
Wi perfect sconner,
Looks down wi sneering, scornfu view
On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither’d rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit:
Thro bloody 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 make it whissle;
An legs an arms, an heads will sned,
Like taps o thrissle.
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!
—Robert Burns
Scots eating foods Americans don’t want to eat
http://www.caledoniankitchen.com/catalog/index.php/cPath/33?osCsid=1c7293b19af5039cda57d2ab5567e6cb
For the brave.
Haggis eaters should form a victim group to express their grievances. The Democrats will make the right to eat haggis part of their party platform.
Sounds pretty "offal" to me.
I think Mike Meyers is right, all Scottish food is based on a dare.
Hr-r-r-r-njmmah!
I've had the U.S. version of haggis. I had always assumed that it had been cooked in a sheep stomach -- it certainly looked like one.
For the record, it was surprisingly mild and inoffensive. Don't think I'd want it every day, but a slice of it as an appetizer accompanied by a wee dram (or two), it wasn't bad. A slight liverish taste (since I'm OK with liver, no problem for me). But then, mine wasn't authentic.
I'll be going to Edinburgh this summer, so I may try the real thing.
If it isn't full of offal, it isn't haggis, you silk wearing buttercups