The 25th of January is Burns Night – when Scotland, and many around the world of Scottish descent, celebrate the birth of the nation’s poet, Robert Burns.
The traditional meal for the occasion is haggis, neeps (turnips) and tatties (potatoes).
In our household this evening there were 4 different variations being served between the 6 of us.
My stepson, Rory, who’s currently staying with us for a wee while, had the real thing – a proper haggis made of sheep’s heart, lungs and liver wrapped up in a stomach lining – which he bought from a local butcher.
Maggie and my stepdaughter, Holly, are both vegetarian so went for a Macsween’s Vegetarian Haggis.
Unfortunately neither real nor veggie haggis tend to be gluten free, so both were out for Meg. Maggie made up a nut-roast mix for her, using gluten free breadcrumbs in the ingredients.
I joined Meg for this as I find haggis to be quite vile, and the veggie option I’ve not been able to face since we bought about 20 of them in the reduced-to-clear section of the supermarket one year and effectively OD’d on them in the weeks following.
Rogan had a pizza.
I wonder how reflective this is of mealtimes across Scotland these days, and what The Bard might have made of it all…
Rory's haggis, neeps and tatties, with a bit of onion gravy