This will be a short post because I have a longer one that I want to start.
Well, my family has yet again indulged me. Every year at this time I start remembering the Burns Night I participated in ever so many years ago. Late January I start reading Burns and reciting Burns, my family has learned to ignore all this. The worst manifestation is that I threaten to get a Haggis (Chieftain of the Puddin’ Race). As with Pickled Pigs Feet (A story for another time and place), my bluff was called.
Emma and her husband James arrived from England for a stay. Before they left England James’ mother gave them two Haggis links. (She recalled our conversation about Burns and Haggis from our visit years ago). I now had to have Haggis on Burns Night.
What to do? Well, I found a recipe that I thought all would like, or at least tolerate. I mixed a Haggis link with ground pork, I made an onion marmalade and bought a sheet of puff pastry. From these I made a “Haggis Sausage Roll”. It turned out much better than I anticipated. (James is a vegetarian so he had to make do with puff pastry and onion marmalade)
We recited Burns’ “To a Haggis” (Although we read it in English, not the original Scottish) , had a little single malt and ate Haggis.
What a great tradition, maybe next year I can add a bagpipe.
Backpacking Bill 