impulse buy

[richard p]

was wandering round our local supermarket, cast an eye over the reduced shelf.... came away with a small haggis.... what the heck am i supposed to do with it???? kids have allready made a couple of suggestions which i wouldnt repeat on here.

[Primrose]

Cut it open, make little mini "burgers", coat in egg and breakcrumbs and fry them.
Alternatively, make little burgers and grill them. We always find this a better way of dealing with Haggis as when we've tried to simmer them the casings always burst open. They're quite tasty actually. Do you remember faggots in gravy? They taste rather like that.

[snooky]

Faggots-a great Welsh favourite

[richard p]

had a couple of slices fried with potatoes and an egg this morning, it is rather like faggots. the kids and the mrs wouldnt even taste it but suggested the cats might like it...... havnt had faggot for years ... kids might get a surprise for dinner next week

[alan refail]

Richard

All the haggis recipes you'll ever need



Or, as the immortal Rabbie Burns put it:

To A Haggis


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



The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o' need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.



His knife see Rustic-labour dight,
An' cut you up wi' ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!


Then, horn for horn they stretch an' strive,
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
Bethankit hums.



Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi' perfect sconner
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?



Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro' bluidy flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!



But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll mak it whissle;
An' legs, an' arms, an' heads will sned,
Like taps o' thrissle.



Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if you wish her gratefu' pray'r,
Gie her a Haggis!

[goldilox]

OK Alan, now let's hear you recite it

[pongeroon]

We love haggis, and stock up whenever we visit Scotland. Although they can also be bought in Malvern, just as tasty, but just not quite the same, somehow...

[PLUMPUDDING]

A few years ago a local landlord used to put a few nibbles on the bar on Saturdays as a treat. One day he decided to buy some haggis but didn't know how to cook it, so his wife put it in the oven. It exploded and we were served with a tray of crunchy haggis crumbs. They were quite tasty though.