Burns night last year was celebrated via a Haggis Pizza courtesy of the bier hall. I am in Scotland and having an Italian dish in a Belgium beverage house with a clumsy addition of the national specialty! Seemed wrong some how, so this year would be different.
The notion of making a haggis crossed my mind, very briefly I may add. This crazy thought was soon dropped when I realised the need for a sheep’s stomach.
The local butcher came to the rescue, and what a treat!
Haggis is traditionally made out of a sheep’s stomach filled with liver, heart lung, oatmeal, suet, stock, onions and spices.
There is a frequent tale told that a “Haggis” is a small Scottish animal with one set of legs longer than the other so that it can stand on the steep Scottish Highlands without falling over. Believe it or not according to one poll, 33% of American visitors to Scotland believe haggis to be an animal.
I would love to say that I recited some classic Rabbie burns, but sadly no, maybe next year…
“Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it,
But we hae meat and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thankit.”
This is the Selkirk Grace A short but important prayer read to usher in the meal, although Rich could hardly wait for me to take photos let alone a recital.
Another part which was truly missed from the night was the “Toast to the Lassies” This is designed to praise the role of women in the world today, maybe Rich could do this everyday as a substitute as there is a considerable amount to praise!
The food was humble in appearance and rich in flavour, and there should be no waste, just enough for the next days pack lunch!