It may look like something you’d step in whilst walking down Princes Street, but I love haggis. No-one else in my household does so it is a rare treat. Robert Burns shares a birthday with my daughter so haggis is also something I associate with her. Unfortunately not served wi’ tatties an’ neeps but a great dinner this evening, with a wee dram of whiskey to accompany it.
Not going to share the whole of ‘Address to a Haggis’ as it is far too long, but here is Robert Burns’ final stanza.
Ye Pow'rs wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinkin ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer,
Gie her a haggis!
No idea what that means, but sounds good. A deep fried Mars bar would have made a suitable dessert, but I don't have a deep fat fryer!