My Haggis Journey
Growing up as a Scottish descendant in America, the word “haggis” could strike a whole host of emotions in a kid - from curiosity & wonder, to repulsion & disgust. Haggis was this mythical food stuff that was somehow important to my culture, an integral part of my heritage, yet had a reputation of being vile, and straight up just sounded gross. I mean, a sheep’s stomach? Yeah, gross. My clan tartan - McArthur My dad told horror stories of going to giant Burns Banquets as a kid in the 50’s, school gymnasiums filled with hundreds of proud Scottish Americans celebrating the beloved Scottish poet Robert Burns. Burns Supper is a Scottish holiday celebrated on January 25th, it involves a meal of “haggis, neeps & tatties” (haggis, turnips & potatoes) drinking scotch, and reciting Robert Burns poetry. Traditionally the haggis is “piped in” (escorted in by the highland pipes) and then the Burns poem “Address to a Haggis” is recited over the steaming lump of pudding (pudding i
