I saw the title of the thread: Scottish Ancestry anyone? and thought, Yep, that's me. I'm half Scot with Stewart, Mckenzie and McAndrew blood in me (the other half is Austrian Jew, I'm bullheaded and darned cheap, I wonder where I get it from?? LOL!).
... So I see Uncle Cailean out in the field poking at the cow patties with his cane. I Yell, 'Uncle Cal, what are you doing?' , he says "Aye, Marky, I was feeding th Cows this 'morn when a nickel fell out 'o me pocket" ....
I opened the thread and see Burns Night Supper .... My guts tightened. PLEASE don't write that word ... I felt compelled to read on as memories of the Burns suppers I went to as a child came back to me ... I'm not clicking on the links, I don't want to see it ... the thread moves away from Burns, cool, then there it is!
Haggis.
My stomach wrenches and starts crawling up my throat ....
I went to several Burns Dinners as a child. I ate my share of Haggis the first time. It must not have been that bad.
The last dinner I went to all I can remember about the Haggis was the odor of dank burlap smelling better than the Haggis tasted. They were cooking it in a sack of some sort, not tripe.
Haggis done right is ... eatable. At best.
Haggis done poorly is torture.
I'm proud of my ancestry but, darn, no wonder my great grandfather brought the family here from the Old Country.