“Those of us of Scots-Irish heritage — a substantial percentage — grew up eating mostly the same stuff.”
Ah, hold the BLOOD pudding and the BLOOD sausage please. Any my mom’s fried potatoes never left a puddle of grease on my plate.
I actually ate the haggis at a Robert Burns dinner several years ago. I thought it wasn’t bad. Perhaps I should try it again sober and see how it tastes...
We were on a tour of Scotland and haggis was on the menu. I follow my Dad’s policy of trying anything, and the haggis wasn’t bad. Although the Scottish waitor gave me a funny look...
OK, OK. I was talking mostly about the beef, the mushy vegetables, and the eggs and bacon. Mostly the mushy vegetables and the beef and the eggs and bacon.