It is Burn's Night, so of course we are having haggis for supper. All over the world there will be someone standing up in a kilt and spouting,
"Fair for your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftian o' the puddin-race!"
Robert Burn's poem goes on, and on, and on, reminding us that the haggis is made from sheep's stomach and intestine. If you were to concentrate on his words I don't think that you would feel like eating haggis! My supermarket purchase didn't look very traditional in it's plastic wrapping , but it tasted delicious!
Here is the traditional dish of haggis with tatties and neeps, (potatoes and turnip.)
After I photographed this I added sprouts and peas to the plate for a bit of colour - I've obviously been living down south for far too long!