Ye'll have to make your own haggis, the US ban is still in place ...
Scots government bid to overturn US haggis ban A US government delegation has been invited to Scotland in a bid to overturn its 40-year ban on haggis.
Rural Affairs Secretary Richard Lochhead's invitation comes two days ahead of Burns Night, when suppers are held in honour of poet Robert Burns.
Imported haggis was banned by the US because its food standards agency prohibits sheep lungs in food products.
Mr Lochhead raised the issue with the US last year but said he was still hopeful that imports would resume.
Traditional Scottish haggis, which is made with a sheep's heart, liver and lungs, had faced a double barrier.
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more:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-scotland-12259126 Just Google "haggis recipe" if ye want to make your own (or
http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&rls=com.microsoft%3Aen-us&q=haggis+neeps+tatties+recipe&aq=f&aqi=g1&aql=&oq=). Interestingly, there are various viable veggie and vegan versions vailable. I think I'm going to try the one at veg world:
http://www.veg-world.com/recipes/haggis.htmAs one chef recommends, "Serve with mashed potatoes, if you serve it at all." Traditional accompaniments are mashed potatoes, neeps, and whiskey. I've heard neeps described as yellow turnips, swedes, and rutabagas. My money's on turnips:
Neeps: peel and quarter turnips. Boil until tender. Mash well, season with butter, salt and pepper to taste
Tatties: peel and quarter potatoes. Cover with water and bring to boil, cook until tender. Mash and whip in milk. Butter, salt and pepper to taste
http://www.robertburns.org/suppers/recipes.shtmlDon't know if we'll go as far as the readings of Burns' poetry -- "To A Louse"
http://www.robertburns.org/works/97.shtml and "To A Mouse, On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough"
http://www.robertburns.org/works/75.shtml are my favs (thank you, Alabama public schools!). Or this one:
Address To A Haggis
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang's my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o' need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An' cut ye up wi' ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!
Then, horn for horn, they strech an' strive:
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve,
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
'Bethankit!' hums.
Is there that owre his French ragout
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi' perfect sconner,
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro' bluidy flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!
But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll make it whissle;
An' legs, an' arms, an' heads will sned,
Like taps o' thrissle.
Ye Pow'rs wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o 'fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer,
Gie her a Haggis!
Robert Burns
(The Bard of Ayr)
(interesting trivia: There is a traditional Romanian dish, served at Easter, made from the heart, lungs, and stomach of a lamb. It is baked in the peritonium (not stomach) of the lamb.
http://www.exploringromania.com/haggis.html)