Haggis and Mr. Burns
I had the pleasure of experiencing haggis the other night and thought I’d share it. I was worried… you know how people play things up. Kind of like barbacoa and menudo in Texas…
I’m sorry… there’s what in it?
My honey played it up a bit too but on his last trip from Scotland he picked up a little package of it and yes I know it’s not the REAL experience… but it’s something. Baby steps people! January 25th is Robert Burns’ birthday and every year the Scottish (and English too) folk like to celebrate it.
Robert Burns was a Scottish poet the likes of which I will not be able to fully explain here and capture the love that the Scottish have for him… so I won’t try. For his birthday, known as Burns Night, men and women a like read his poetry and eat the haggis that he loved so dear (and wrote a poem about). There are many events occurring on and before his birthday all over the UK, some are for men only. I’m ok with that, let them have their fun.
So I opened the package honey brought in celebration of Burns Night and here’s what it looked like. I’m sure Burns would be rolling over in his grave at this meal. I like cooking… but I’m not like… the best at it and this is certainly not a cooking blog. You’ve been warned.
So haggis is… stop reading if you don’t want to know…just skip to the pics.
According to BBC Food the recipe for original haggis is:
- 1 sheep’s stomach or ox secum, cleaned and thoroughly, scalded, turned inside out and soaked overnight in cold salted water
- heart and lungs of one lamb
- 450g/1lb beef or lamb trimmings, fat and lean
- 2 onions, finely chopped
- 225g/8oz oatmeal
- 1 tbsp salt
- 1 tsp ground black pepper
- 1 tsp ground dried coriander
- 1 tsp mace
- 1 tsp nutmeg
- water, enough to cook the haggis
- stock from lungs and trimmings
The “neeps” are turnips and “tatties” are potatoes. In FULL disclosure what you’re about to see are NOT potatoes. They’re potato flakes and they weren’t good… at all.
Yes, I realize I was suppose to mash the neeps. I mean, I realized that after I put it on the plate and honey said, “You know they were suppose to be mashed right? I mean… they’re mashed in the picture on the box”.
Whatever. They’re cuter in their little squares.