Sadly the haggis available in my Tesco's is not great. I could have got 'my butcher' up in Forres to send one down, but time beat me here. I did consider the 'mince pies' in the freezer however, by the time I considered them it was too late to defrost them.
I had garlic bread and vegetable soup instead.
There was no 'Address' offered.
A proper Haggis from a butcher can be expensive. It can be however, marvellous, not like the rather dry ones I find in supermarkets. I certainly would not buy the 'Vegan' or is it 'Vegetarian' one that sometimes becomes available, as clearly there is no point.
As my late sister's birthday fell on Jan 25th along with Rabbie, I cannot forget the date. She however, showed no poetic talent, unless sending postcards from places she visited with 'I was here today,' on the back counts. It counted a wee bit when she sent a card thus commented upon featuring the Andromeda Galaxy! I was in two minds if she had actually visited. It turns out the family had been to a science type exhibition in Edinburgh. Not many stars seen from there at this time of year mind.
No Haggis but however, I have the whisky, given to me by one of my secret admirers. Burns referred to whisky as 'John Barleycorn,' and his poem offers his delight in the substance. It may be Burns, as he often did, made use of an old poem and livened it up. However, he, working on a farm when not seeking smugglers for the exciseman, and usually helping them rather than catching them, he knew all about the difficulties of raising Barley as a crop. He would know about the hardships of farm life and the struggle to make it pay at that time also.
And while we make the most of the Orkney Barley we keep an eye out for those Vikings seeking to steal back their product. We however, have ways of dealing with them...
