Yesterday was Burns Night, so we had haggis for dinner (a prepacked one from M&S)
Fresh out of the oven
At this point you’d have a piper pipe your haggis into the main dining hall, and then someone addresses the haggis. I called it the “great chieftain o’ the puddin race,” but that was about it for us.
Then Gareth cut into it, revealing the “gushing entrails bright….O what a glorious sight….Warm-reekin, rich!”
We had it with ‘neep and carrot mash. Yum!
And today the leftovers made a great jacket potato filling for lunch.