By: Blonde Two
We in the Blonde Two house, have a tradition around this time of year. It is my birthday today and, at some point around now, we gather round the tea table, read poems and eat haggis.
“But Blonde Two.” I hear you ask. “Why don’t you eat haggis on January 25th like everybody else?”
The answer to this question is simple. After Burns Night, the haggis is often reduced in the supermarkets and I can get it a lot cheaper.
Haggis, I am sure that you will agree, is a strange food. Only somebody very hungry would invent a dinner that is sheep’s insides filled up with more sheep’s insides. It is tasty though and you could argue that, by using as many of the bits of a sheep as possible, we haggis eaters are being good stewards.
Definitely not to everyone’s taste but it did occur to me last night that a smallish haggis would make a great camp food (vegetarian options are available). You would need plenty of gas to heat it up with; but it only requires boiling in water and then, hey presto, you have a meal that is self contained, filling and provides a winning mix of carbohydrates and protein.
Be warned though, if you are planning to spend the night in a smallish tent, best do it alone and don’t light a match! Haggis’ relationship with gas is not just via the need to heat it up!
A prize to the first one of you brave enough to try it!
Well, a big happy birthday to you blonde two!!! I hope you get some wonderful blonde related gifts and are treated in the way all good blondes should be!!!! Has the snow even fallen on the moor for you????
Have a super day and be careful with those haggis fumes xxx
MHRs from me too.
How romantic – it was on 29th January 1595 that Will’s Romeo and Juliet was first performed. As far as I can establish he never referred to haggis – I wonder why?
I hope the day goes well for you.
C.
Oops! AA with very bad memory, sorry pardon!
Happy Birthday Blonde II – and please don’t store the haggis for a fortnight’s expedition according to tradition – or at least, not without a fridge! (Somewhat difficult to stuff in a rucksack.)
May Dartmoor be suffused with a golden glow to match your locks and may your gift be a sudden insight into how to crack the US market.
I checked the link to see whether we, the Robinsons, are still committing haggis blasphemy. The result was inconclusive. The first haggis we tried, more than fifty years ago, didn’t live up to its curious provenance (a bit like hundred-year-old eggs when I was in Japan: thrillingly black yet tasting disappointingly of blancmange) and VR decided haggis needed help. Since then we’ve always taken the thing with white onion sauce; a Scot I mentioned this to went as white as the sauce. Once I’d surgically removed the expletives from his reply it seemed we were missing the point and I’ve rarely raised the subject since. The link suggests some quite extreme variations and it now seems that onion sauce would not be a Sassenach Sin it once was.