Haggis pakoras and haggis naans are...

[fimm]

You can get pizza with haggis on it in the Coop here. I like it (I mean, it is fairly cheap pizza, not gourmet cooking, but it is nice for what it is).

 

[User169]

Tony Singh and Michel Roux were knocking up haggis ravioli on the telly earlier in the week. Looked pretty good.

 

[morrisman]

Haggis pakora in the Rupee Room in Ayr is to die for

 

[GrumpyGregry]

Haggis, in any of its manifold fusion-food manifestations, is delicious.

 

[format]

Haggis is bloody delicious.

 

[twentysix by twentyfive]

Address to a Haggis
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 worthy o' 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 scunner,
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

 

[andytheflyer]

Having watched haggis being made in a Dundonian butchers I'm amazed I still eat it...

I thought they had to be chased around mountainsides and shot.......

 

[andytheflyer]

BURN THE HERETICS!!!

It's maybe a trifle assertive, for the unrefined palate.
Actually, I was in a Scottish bar last summer, on the way back from the Hebrides, and I was trying to choose a Scotch from the vast array on offer.
So I asked the barman, and told him I normally drink Laphroaig or Caol Ila.
"Oh, hard man!" he replied and passed me a Lagavulin 16 year old, which was highly pleasant.
A Scot thinks I'm hard! I've rarely felt so proud

Magic, Laphroaig, Ardbeg, Lagavulin, and Caol Ila. Medicinal, peaty, life changing, bankrupting. And their near neighbour Talisker. Maybe that's why I became a geologist......Hebridean field trips from Uni, long dark nights drying out in the bar after a day in the mists (aka torrential rain south of the border).

 

[twentysix by twentyfive]

I thought they had to be chased around mountainsides and shot.......

Only the clockwise ones.