I fear I may have raised some false hopes here. "Haggis in a Can" is not some fancy local dish - rather, it's exactly what it sounds like.
Haggis. Purchased in a can.
Fair warning - when you first pop the top off you're greeted with a sight that looks distressingly like another item made by slurrying downmarket meat products together with vegetable filler and stuffing it into a can. Woof.
Once it's stirred up and sitting nice and hot next to the taters and yaller turnips though - nummy!
Yup... some diaspora leave in their wake thousands of years of religious tradition... others awesome rhythmic and choral music. Us? My strain left the world with plaid golf pants, tuning bagpipes (yowwwwwl.....), and a nostalgic attachment to a dish the result of trying to turn a bunch of waste meat and the last winter turnips in the cellar into something more or less edible.
Well, that and going all shooty-stabby when the lords of the land look to be getting too big for their britches. :)
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Despite my Scots-Irish ancestry, I've never been partial to haggis.
Bagpipes? Yes, I play, tho' I don't have any pipes at the moment. It's not really a yowwlll ... more like a sackfull of catfight, or perhaps full of cats being strangled.
I like it.
That should come with a fifth of Glenlivet. You'd have to get me falling down drunk to even consider taking a bite of haggis.
I hear there is a vegetarian haggis now but who wants a Tofu version of what amounts to a sheep's guts inside a sheep's intestine.
Some folks will eat anything. You get folks drunk enough and you could probably get them to eat a "steaming dog turd served under glass".
:-)
Joe
:-(
Ooh - pipes! Awesome! Though one of the most frightful sounds I've ever heard was a gentleman trying to get 'em all in tune. Still.. what a marvelous sound once they're all set to go!
Joe - half the fun is the tradition. Otherwise it's just meatloaf. With a sorta ... crispy...skin.. thing.
:)
The Scots' reputation for fierceness and love for independence has taken a decided downturn with the release of that Lockerbie slime. Prison for life should be just that.
Being half-Scots myself, I'm ashamed for us.
Thanks for dropping by George!
So half Scots - do you still have much friends or family there? I'm curious what the folks there are really thinking about it. I've checked the comments in news sites over there, but assuming they're anything like the the ADN comment section here, they're not that representative of the population as a whole.
In the temporal sphere, I'm more concerned to see the - again - celebratory response in the Islamic world. That split will come to ill again one day.
Outside that... man's justice may have faltered to an overabundance of mercy. Of all the human failings - and given the possible (if not likely) bloodshed that may yet stem from this, failure it could well be - it is nonetheless one of the more forgivable lapses of the human heart I think.
Should it be true that we ourselves stand in Judgment one day, may we be so blessed as to likewise have a judge who weighs mercy heavier than justice.
Hi Jenny ... the half of me that's Scots left in the early years of the last century. I know that my father and mother did take a trip back ... but I've never been in touch with any relatives there.
So ... I am afraid I have no first hand idea of how they feel. As someone said on another blog, all the good ones left years ago; what remains are the dregs, etc.
I don't know whether that's true ... but there must be a goodly number of lily-livered wimps left ... for this release to take place.
On another note, I always thought the Scots invented Scotch ... to make haggis palatable. No?
Regards.
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