I discovered a British Import shop not too far away from where I live,
and last Friday I bought some faggots, spotted dick, and canned
haggis. Alas, the haggis was canned in the USA, not in the UK. There
is still a ban on haggis imported from the UK.
The trouble is, USA haggis is from factory-farm raised animals, and
tastes bland when compared to the free-range haggis of the Scottish
Highlands. Still, it has been a few years since I ate haggis, and it
was time to do so again.
Saturday I went to 5 PM mass as always, and came back to cook up my
Scottish dinner. As noted, faggots, haggis, and spotted dick, washed
down with Typhoo decaf tea. The cats, as always, came into the kitchen
begging for food from my plate. I usually ignore this, but felt that
it was OK to make an exception this time.
Out came three small saucers, with a tablespoon of haggis on each
saucer. Fluffy went snif...snif..and scarfed it down. Lucas sniffed
once and went away. I gave his haggis to Fluffy, who scarfed it down.
Now Pumpkin, as always, at first tried to eat from Fluffy and Lucas's
plate, on the assumption that the other two gets were getting better
stuff then he was. He then ate about half of his plate, then walked
away. I gave the rest to Fluffy, who scarfed it down. Interesting
experiment.