Haggis. That’s it. That’s all that had me tense up at our first dinner in Scotland, The peer pressure was just too much so I caved and requested it. It sat on my plate. I stared at it for the longest time thinking it would just jump into my mouth, go down, and we’d be done. But I couldn’t make the muscles in my wrists do the necessary work to move it from the plate to my mouth. I was frozen. Come to find out, I am not alone in my fear.
I read this article today on the origins of haggis and was surprised to learn that more than likely haggis could have come from a variety of sources, including those rebel rousing Vikings. https://www.fodors.com/world/europe/scotland/experiences/news/i-have-something-very-shocking-to-tell-you-about-scotland
I will never deny one the chance to test one’s palate so if you are eager to dive in, please feel free to do so. But just know this, I will join you on your adventures in Scotland but I will not be partaking of this “delicacy.” I couldn’t do it. No offense at all to my dear sweet friends in Scotland. I admire your courage and bravery. Maybe this is the stuff that makes them tough. Anyway, that is all.
p.s. Inspite of my callous neglect towards the haggis on my plate the rest of the night was stellar and a fantastic introduction to Scotland and all of its treasures thanks to the brilliant and entertaining troupe at Jamie’s Traditional Scottish Evening in Edinburgh.