It was Burns night last Saturday and Triple P spotted the impressive display of haggis on sale in Waitrose so thought he would pick up a small one for dinner. Haggis, of course, when Triple P was younger, had a reputation in England as being just about the most disgusting thing you could eat and the confirmation that the Scots were, indeed, barbarians who quite rightly should be separated from England by a very large wall.
"Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!"
However, over the last twelve months we have been making regular visits to Edinburgh which, we have discovered is very far from being populated by barbarians and, on the contrary, is really very civilised. Tastes are much more catholic in England too compared with, say thirty-five years agom with many people having had very exotic foods at home and abroad. So when we first had some haggis at breakfast in Edinburgh last year we shouldn't have been surprised that not only was it not disgusting but that it was actually delicious.
Anyway having had half on Burns night we decided to have the rest for a big breakfast on Monday morning with a couple of fried duck eggs, some sausages, tomato and baked beans. Altogether splendid!