Three years ago today I was in Edinburgh, Scotland on Robbie Burns Day. I saw men in kilts running around the streets as the rain came down. I had my first haggis that day too — with tatties and neeps, no less. Dispite what you’ve heard, if you like a nice course sausage or salty meatloaf, you’ll probably like haggis. There’s no sheep stomach to eat. Sure, the haggis is cooked in it, but it’s not served in it and of course, it is well cleaned before it is used to cook the haggis. So, don’t let that put you off. Jenn and I plan on walking down to the Royal Oak after work today for a pint of Tennent’s and a taste of haggis to celebrate.

Scotland’s national poet’s Address to a Haggis