Burns Night - Haggis!

I just had haggis with my Wetherspoons breakfast this morning
That's what I miss about not being in Scotland, haggis with my breakfast. I spent a few weeks working in Corby, years ago and because of the huge numbers of Scots there, the hotel had it as part of the breakfast menu and I never tired of it.
 
Tom Courts butcher in Burntisland make a fantastic haggis IMHO, dont know if anyone has mentioned them before but honestly it is fab, we go through once a month or so and buy a big stick of it.
 
Doing Haggis scotch eggs w/ whisky and mustard mayo, neeps and tatties and cullen skink as specials on Thursday for work.

I know nothing about Scottish food but I did a test run on the haggis scotch eggs and they were goooood.
 
On Thursday? The day after Burns Night?
;)


I didn't plan it, but pretty sure it's on Jan 25th, which is Thursday.
 
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Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o the puddin'-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace
As lang's my arm.

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o need,
While thro your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.

His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An cut you up wi ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!

Then, horn for horn, they stretch an strive:
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
The auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
'Bethankit' hums.

Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi perfect scunner,
Looks down wi sneering, scornfu view
On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll make it whissle;
An legs an arms, an heads will sned,
Like taps o thrissle.

Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies:
But, if ye wish her gratefu prayer,
Gie her a Haggis
 
Well my verdict on the butchers pig is that it was surprisingly really light and delicate.

Not at all stodgy or heavy or overly salted.

On saying that though, I would say that Mac Sweeney's still reigns supreme and number one for me in terms of intense and deep flavour.

It was still really delicious though and I'm really quite proud of myself for managing to do it!
 
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On saying that though, I would say that Mac Sweeney's still reigns supreme and number one for me in terms of intense and deep flavour


Yea mcsween haggis is pretty damn good.

The only one that ever bested it was one I bought at a market in Carlisle, about 15 years ago, it was easily like 3 times the size of a mcsween one bloody gorgeous.

The Halls one they do in Tesco is not great as Haggis goes unfortunately.
 
Yea mcsween haggis is pretty damn good.

The only one that ever bested it was one I bought at a market in Carlisle, about 15 years ago, it was easily like 3 times the size of a mcsween one bloody gorgeous.

The Halls one they do in Tesco is not great as Haggis goes unfortunately.
I've only had the Hall's one once and that was enough!

The Mac Sweeney's one feels more authentic (stodgy and salty) whereas this one felt really grown up if that makes sense?

I really recommend trying it though as I particularly love salty foods!
 
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