I’m going to have to give Haggis a try, just so I can say I’ve done it. Thanks for the song

@Jessica: Oh yes, haggis logs. Or Oh No! Haggis logs. Now a haggis sandwich (was it like a meat patty? or maybe haggis burger?) makes me think haggiswich, which makes me think of witches and old, saggy skin which of course brings me back to haggis and those awful looking logs.

Haste ye to the haggis with whisky cream!

@Gentry: Haggis at the county fair. Now I’m laughing. Fair point about deep fried. It seems as though the Scots have taken your suggestion and made it the underlying and prevailing philosophy of their cuisine!

@Steph: This is so, so great. To be honest, I did not know (perhaps I should have googled it) that there was a Robert Burns poem to haggis. How fitting. And that your father has a Robbie Burns party. When I first read this, fits of laughter.

I wish we could join you!

Haste ye to the haggis!

@Shannon: You are too kind to me, really. Pay good money, eh? I see a kickstarter campaign to bring my haggis song to reality.

True that, on the whole nation can’t be wrong. Now, next on to vegemite!

Glad you had fun and appreciated the post for all its intended silliness!

@Flora: That was a great night, haggis-ing and sharing a few pints.

Long live the haggis! (I’m imagining Mel Gibson saying this a la the Braveheart “Freedom” yell.)

@Gary: Mincemeat. Truly. Minced what kind of meat is the key.

@Kim: Give it a shot. Haste ye to the haggis! And let us know how you get on! Bon appetit!

@Sutapa: Glad you had fun. That was the idea. You know, we don’t have an idea of writing a novel, per se. But a book is sloshing around upstairs. And conceptually, “What Haggis Taught Me” isn’t too far from one of the many working premises.

Thanks for the second nod on becoming a stand-up comedian. I’m grateful for the compliment. I don’t know that I’d quit my day job (whatever that is), but a terrifying moment on stage trying to make them laugh — would probably be a good exercise for me. Good exercise in humility!

@Amy: Haggis is only a small leap from black pudding. Actually, I had a Scottish version of black pudding, too. Very rich, earthy.

Ah, to write a song. It helps every time.

@cosmo: I ate the jaw bone of a goat. Well, I gnawed on it really, while a bunch of shepherds stared at me. The whole story is here:
A Goat and Five Fingers

@Peter: Touché.

@Sunee: Thanks so much. Glad you enjoyed it. You avoided the haggis at Hogmanay?? Just means that you’ll have to return. It’s actually quite good, really — despite all written here.