| AlleyGator |
Several months ago, a distant relative of mine from Scotland came to
spend a few days with us. (No, I wasn't interested in oatcakes then
so I didn't get any of her recipes). She traveled all around the area
and came up with the ingredients for a real haggis, including the
stomach. The haggis is so much the brunt of American jokes, but I was
determined to taste the true experience. She couldn't find
"neeps"(turnips) that were big enough to her liking, but made do.
And, of course, we didn't have a bagpiper to pipe it in and quote from
Robbie Burns' "Ode to the Haggis". But let me tell you - the jokes
are off - this is one amazingly great, filling dish of food,
especially with the neeps, tatties and scotch. (I think the scotch
must help a little - I'm not supposed to drink alcohol, but I did
manage to get a few sips down.) It was very shepherd-pie like, very
oaty and full of pepper. All told, very, very good. So screw the
Haggis jokes. Let's just say it was good enough that I
"over-indulged". Very good stuff.
--
The Doc says my brain waves closely match those of a crazed ferret.
At least now I have an excuse.
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| jmcquown |
AlleyGator wrote:
> Several months ago, a distant relative of mine from Scotland came to
> spend a few days with us. (No, I wasn't interested in oatcakes then
> so I didn't get any of her recipes). She traveled all around the area
> and came up with the ingredients for a real haggis, including the
> stomach. The haggis is so much the brunt of American jokes, but I was
> determined to taste the true experience. She couldn't find
> "neeps"(turnips) that were big enough to her liking, but made do.
> And, of course, we didn't have a bagpiper to pipe it in and quote from
> Robbie Burns' "Ode to the Haggis". But let me tell you - the jokes
> are off - this is one amazingly great, filling dish of food,
> especially with the neeps, tatties and scotch. (I think the scotch
> must help a little - I'm not supposed to drink alcohol, but I did
> manage to get a few sips down.) It was very shepherd-pie like, very
> oaty and full of pepper. All told, very, very good. So screw the
> Haggis jokes. Let's just say it was good enough that I
> "over-indulged". Very good stuff.
I never joke about Haggis ;) Did she set it afire with the whisky on top or
did you just sip a few wee drams of it? <G>
Jill
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| notbob |
All what Haggis jokes?
nb
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| Shaun aRe |
"AlleyGator" <AlleyGator@otheryellermeat.org> wrote in message
news:436f567d.45480156@news.individual.net...
> Several months ago, a distant relative of mine from Scotland came to
> spend a few days with us. (No, I wasn't interested in oatcakes then
> so I didn't get any of her recipes). She traveled all around the area
> and came up with the ingredients for a real haggis, including the
> stomach. The haggis is so much the brunt of American jokes, but I was
> determined to taste the true experience. She couldn't find
> "neeps"(turnips) that were big enough to her liking, but made do.
> And, of course, we didn't have a bagpiper to pipe it in and quote from
> Robbie Burns' "Ode to the Haggis". But let me tell you - the jokes
> are off - this is one amazingly great, filling dish of food,
> especially with the neeps, tatties and scotch. (I think the scotch
> must help a little - I'm not supposed to drink alcohol, but I did
> manage to get a few sips down.) It was very shepherd-pie like, very
> oaty and full of pepper. All told, very, very good. So screw the
> Haggis jokes. Let's just say it was good enough that I
> "over-indulged". Very good stuff.
There were *jokes* about haggis?!? Well I for one am damned glad I didn't
see them, or I'd likely be up on murder charges by now.
Bloody lovely stuff it is indeed, I must agree! I've had good haggis, and
not so good/poor haggis, but I ain't ever met a haggis I didn't get along
with.
Glad you enjoyed it too mate.
Cheers!
Shaun aRe ',;~}~
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| AlleyGator |
"Shaun aRe" <shaun_are@zenlunatics.co.uk> wrote:
>There were *jokes* about haggis?!? Well I for one am damned glad I didn't
>see them, or I'd likely be up on murder charges by now.
>
>Bloody lovely stuff it is indeed, I must agree! I've had good haggis, and
>not so good/poor haggis, but I ain't ever met a haggis I didn't get along
>with.
>
>Glad you enjoyed it too mate.
>
>Cheers!
>
>
>Shaun aRe ',;~}~
>
>
Oh, Shaun, in America the haggis is such a brunt of jokes that it is
often portrayed as a critter all unto itself. No more jokes - it's
really good food.
--
The Doc says my brain waves closely match those of a crazed ferret.
At least now I have an excuse.
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| TFM® |
AlleyGator wrote:
> Several months ago, a distant relative of mine from Scotland came to
> spend a few days with us. (No, I wasn't interested in oatcakes then
> so I didn't get any of her recipes). She traveled all around the area
> and came up with the ingredients for a real haggis, including the
> stomach. The haggis is so much the brunt of American jokes, but I was
> determined to taste the true experience. She couldn't find
> "neeps"(turnips) that were big enough to her liking, but made do.
> And, of course, we didn't have a bagpiper to pipe it in and quote from
> Robbie Burns' "Ode to the Haggis". But let me tell you - the jokes
> are off - this is one amazingly great, filling dish of food,
> especially with the neeps, tatties and scotch. (I think the scotch
> must help a little - I'm not supposed to drink alcohol, but I did
> manage to get a few sips down.) It was very shepherd-pie like, very
> oaty and full of pepper. All told, very, very good. So screw the
> Haggis jokes. Let's just say it was good enough that I
> "over-indulged". Very good stuff.
>
Aye lassie, I'm with ye on that call.
My good friend Graeme sent me some tinned haggis a while back.
I'm hopin' I can make it at home someday. Just gotta find the parts.
TFM®
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| Victor Sack |
notbob <notbob@nothome.com> wrote:
> All what Haggis jokes?
Much to his dad and mum's dismay
Horace ate himself one day.
He didn't stop to say his grace,
He just sat down and ate his face.
"We can't have this!" his dad declared
"If that lad's ate, he should be shared"
But even as he spoke they saw
Horace eating more and more:
First his legs and then his thighs,
His arms, his nose, his hair, his eyes
"Stop him someone!" Mother cried
"Those eyeballs would be better fried!"
But all too late for they were gone,
And he had started on his dong...
"Oh foolish child!" the father mourned
"You could have deep-fried those with prawns,
Some parsley and some tartar sauce..."
But H was on his second course;
His liver and his lights and lung,
His ears, his neck, his chin, his tongue
"To think I raised him from the cot
And now he's gone to scoff the lot!"
His mother cried "what shall we do?
What's left won't even make a stew..."
And as she wept her son was seen
To eat his head, his heart, his spleen.
And there he lay, a boy no more,
Just a stomach on the floor...
None the less since it was his
They ate it - and that's what haggis is.
-- Monty Python's Big Red Book
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| Shaun aRe |
"AlleyGator" <AlleyGator@otheryellermeat.org> wrote in message
news:43712023.306406@news.individual.net...
> "Shaun aRe" <shaun_are@zenlunatics.co.uk> wrote:
>
> >There were *jokes* about haggis?!? Well I for one am damned glad I didn't
> >see them, or I'd likely be up on murder charges by now.
> >
> >Bloody lovely stuff it is indeed, I must agree! I've had good haggis, and
> >not so good/poor haggis, but I ain't ever met a haggis I didn't get along
> >with.
> >
> >Glad you enjoyed it too mate.
> >
> >Cheers!
> >
> >
> >Shaun aRe ',;~}~
> >
> >
> Oh, Shaun, in America the haggis is such a brunt of jokes that it is
> often portrayed as a critter all unto itself. No more jokes - it's
> really good food.
(Pssst! - Yeah mate, I knew that from all the time I spend on Usenet and
watching US TV shows LOL! - Shhhh!)
',;~}~
I could eat a plate full of haggis /and/ black pudd'ns together any day!
Shaun aRe
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| Margaret Suran |
Victor Sack wrote:
> notbob <notbob@nothome.com> wrote:
>
>
>>All what Haggis jokes?
>
>
> Much to his dad and mum's dismay
> Horace ate himself one day.
> He didn't stop to say his grace,
> He just sat down and ate his face.
> "We can't have this!" his dad declared
> "If that lad's ate, he should be shared"
> But even as he spoke they saw
> Horace eating more and more:
> First his legs and then his thighs,
> His arms, his nose, his hair, his eyes
> "Stop him someone!" Mother cried
> "Those eyeballs would be better fried!"
> But all too late for they were gone,
> And he had started on his dong...
> "Oh foolish child!" the father mourned
> "You could have deep-fried those with prawns,
> Some parsley and some tartar sauce..."
> But H was on his second course;
> His liver and his lights and lung,
> His ears, his neck, his chin, his tongue
> "To think I raised him from the cot
> And now he's gone to scoff the lot!"
> His mother cried "what shall we do?
> What's left won't even make a stew..."
> And as she wept her son was seen
> To eat his head, his heart, his spleen.
> And there he lay, a boy no more,
> Just a stomach on the floor...
> None the less since it was his
> They ate it - and that's what haggis is.
>
> -- Monty Python's Big Red Book
Ugh, Gross!!!!
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