I couldn't agree more, I had my first haggis as part of a scottish reenactment encampment. oats, barley, ginger, garlic, various organs, slowly boiled in a stitched stomach.
It was fabulous, granted I was hungry, wet and getting cold, but that haggis hit the spot.
I have had samples since, and no two have ever tasted the same. I like to equate it with Meatloaf. I am something of a meatloaf fiend. Doesn't matter the restaurant or what I initially went there for, if it has meatloaf on the menu, I will have to try it. And, invariably, they are different.
One of these years I will have to try to make it myself . . .
[B]Barnett[/B] (House, no clan) -- Motto [i]Virescit Vulnere Virtus[/i] (Courage Flourishes at a Wound)
[B]Livingston(e)[/B] (Ancestral family allied with) -- Motto [i]Se je puis[/i] (If I can)
[B]Anderson[/B] (married into) -- Motto [i]Stand Sure
[/i][b]Frame[/b] Lanarkshire in the fifteenth century
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