So, I gotta start out the New Year right and even though we’ve already wandered into February, I thought I’d honor my Scottish ancestors by eating: a can of Haggis!
My wife Victoria gets full credit for putting this concoction into my possession. Now I had heard that actual Haggis, made from sheep’s intestines, was not legal in this country, so I was ready to experience a close-but-not-quite-there replica of actual Haggis, since I doubt highly that my wife is a Haggis-smuggler.
So, I opened the can…..
Scooped it into a bowl….
Popped it into a microwave for 4 minutes….
I went in and sat down in front of the TV and ate this while watching “Shutter Island”. I wished I was on the island.
OK, TOO salty. It tasted like a combination of a dried out casserole and Spam. I know there were life-shortening ingredients in there, but I ate it none the less. Well, most of it.
After a while, all I could taste is the salt. At one point, Lot’s wife walked up to me and said, “Are we related?” OK, too Biblical.
Bottom line: I understand that, in tough times, when this is all you can get, you eat it. I’m not there. I can say I did it, but with a bad Scottish accent.