Tuesday, 25 January 2011

The Gift of the Haggi.


Robert Burns addresses the haggis:

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

Yes, it is Burn's Night, 2011.

In the absence of a haggis (a dish containing sheep's 'pluck' (heart, liver and lungs), minced with onion, oatmeal, suet, spices, and salt, mixed with stock, and traditionally simmered in the animal's stomach for approximately three hours)...

...we had chicken liver paté on oatcakes.

True, Robbie may not have recognised it as his chieftain of the pudding race, but it was quite tasty, none the less.


  1. Enjoy your Burn's Night treat!

    xoxoxo ♡

  2. Hope you had an offally good time.

  3. Excuse me, Sir. Permission to groan, Sir!

  4. LOL! Happily it is still the 25th here so I'll raise a toast to Mr. Burns and all his spiritual descendants.

  5. O. Henry would have been proud. :)


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