There was a ceremonial reading of the Burns poem on haggis, then there was the serving of the beast. It looked nasty and, honestly, to my palate didn't taste much better, but I am glad I tried it. Kind of like a feral, inept sausage cut by too much oatmeal. I'm pretty sure I won't ever need to eat it again. Still, it was fun, and the company of Jersey Girl's friends was good.
And, well, haggis. Come on. How often do you get a chance?
Haggis in the pan
Haggis on the plate
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