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Who cares .. the Scots have taken it as their own .. and yes so many offal dishes exist .. just a canny way of dealing with the whole animal .. all cultures have it .. Pate always sounds so glamorous .. but yes its a way of dealing with livers be they chicken pork etc .. salami .. Italian french german and many european nations speciality is made up of so many bits and pieces but the right treatment and herbs and spices .. its a delicacy ... I have made the most amazing terrines using corned chicken meat ( and on the tin it says mechanically deboned chicken meat ) as a base .. fried onoin, apple .. some chicken liver mushed in herbs and spices .. baked in a terrine tin with layers of colourful veg strips etc ... encased the same in pastry and the same treatment .. and yes the same lip smacking result .. the scots have unashamedly embraced Haggis so dont matter how many have forgotten it ... its theirs ..
What abut good old fashioned brawn ??? .. Auntie Jean Laughlin used to make the most amazing brawn rich in its jelly .. left over roast .. and bits and pieces jellied with pork trotter that was roasted and then boiled down ... MMM what about drippings ??? fat laden left over juice of the roast spread on bread .. hey I'm still alive after years of ingesting it .. still do it if i do a beef roast .. mmm
Sandy you are a gem !!! your knowledge is priceless all the above you mention I have tasted seen or heard about.
Now I was born in England and Margaret in Scotland while living their we frequently visited her aunties and uncles there.
We know that you have to cross the Scottish border to even see a bloody Haggis!! they are timid creatures and very hard to catch
having one leg shorter than the other (due to them living in the mountainous and hilly areas) traps are laid and their short leg are their down fall.
Sandy you mention a roast!! tell you what you can not beat a piece of Top Side Beef in a Webber BBQ or a piece Pork,Chicken Lamb absolutely
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Wild haggis live on circular hills, they generally run in a clockwise direction....... to catch a wild haggis, you have to ascend the hill and confront the haggis as it is doing its circular trip around the hill.... you then scare it into running in the opposite direction, due to the fact that the two shorter legs are now on the outside of the hill, the wee beastie tends to roll down the hill, where the hunters accomplice would be waiting at the bottom of the hill with a bag.....
Quite correct Michael!! and this methord has been handed down from generation to generation and as Rabbie Burns once said.
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 of 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 sconner,
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!....................................................... image04
Frank, ask Mike A what music was played when at the stroke of midnight (or was it 02h00 Hrs) on a New Years Eve a few years ago when the Haggis Mike made was being served, for it was definetly not Auld Lang Syne.
We were all gathered at Jock's old house at E7 - 1st Ave
Some say it was Paul Alexanders fault but................
I was tooooo pissssssed to remember that!
:nono1: ill-3d
I have just got back from the land of my birth "Bonnie Scotland" and it was great ! as usual ... bravo although not a haggis to be found ,I have heard they have discovered a new species of water haggis with wee webbed feet and a flute shaped snout for breathing underwater ,has a bit of a fishy taste to it when boiled go fig ! feedme
Mike A , when were you toooooooooo drunk not to remember.............???????????
BierSuip quickdop BierSuip
I remember one year 69-70 new years eve we were invited to a party I think it was at Gladys Smiths, anyway we never made it there.
Stopped off at Dave and Jenny Simpson's place (it was before Gladys Smiths place) and the custom was you take a bottle with you (and a piece of coal and bread) 'Jeez' was I ill the next morning.
I found out later they did not drink (Scottish) and I had consumed the bottle of whisky I had taken with me.
In them day's we did not get new years day as a holiday............................I did make it to work but that's another story............ image04
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Billy!! think you are right something Fishy there.............................. image04