Haggis is, of course, a very necessary part of the proceedings at the yearly celebrations all over the Globe, of the birthday of Scotland's national bard, Robert Burns. In keeping with many of the themes of Burns's poems its very existence on the table is a reminder of the commonness of mankind and the poverty that surrounds us; that basic food is a true manifest symbol. The address to the Haggis, recited well in the proceedings is humerous and poignant.
I love Haggis. Steamed or shallow fried...with or without bashed Neeps and champit (roughly mashed) tatties.
I, an the warl o'er, could dae weel withoot "mindblaster" the loon wha fares on Chips (aye the muckle yin abune his shouther)...but not Haggis.