The other one. The incomprehensible Scottish poet one. Today is all about him, and all that and all that and all that. Uh huh.
So it’s a good day for this!
Yes, blogfriends that is vegetarian haggis. In a tin. And yes, we ate it. And it looked a lot like Fancy Feast, but tasted more like refried beans. A ringing endorsement, no?
I actually bought real haggis for the boys, they’d always wanted to try it, and they enjoyed it. Really. I even tasted a bit of it myself and found it not horrible. Again, another killer compliment, right?
Now we’ve moved on to the whisky, as you do. Mmmmm….nothing but high praise for a 12-year old single malt, friends. Best Scottish export ever.