He wanted me to try just a little so he cut some up and heated it over a flame. I sat there staring. I was afraid. I'd always heard just how bad this can be. How just one little taste can put you over the edge. But everyone does it here in Scotland. If I wanted to live here, he said, I'd have to give H a try. I did.
Chris bought a small haggis from the butcher shop a couple of days ago so I could get this thing over with. Ever since I've been here, I've been wanting to try it. How bad could it be?
Instead of boiling the haggis inside the bag it comes in, he cut the bag open and chopped up the meat in a pan for frying.
It looks like canned dog food and smells and tastes like liver and canned dog food. I guess that's good considering what's likely in there.
I took a baby carrot-sized chunk of haggis from the pan and put it on my plate. Not even one minute later, I knew haggis wasn't for me. At least I can say I've tried it. My issues with liver go way back.
I've tried marmite, too, while I've been here. I like it better than haggis, but it's too salty!