January 26, 2013

Don't Fear the Haggis

It tastes like dry meatloaf and cloves.

It is an odd feeling to walk through an Irish restaurant, full of patrons, behind my father who is dressed in full on Scottish McInnis formal attire, complete with kilt, sgian dubh, and sporran, as patrons stopped their dinner to watch.

Very fun.

The Burns Night Supper was last night. There was piping, poetry reading, toasts and single malt scotch.

Haggis was interesting. I'd do it again... but once a year is enough. The taste of cloves is not my first choice in a main meal. That's a dessert taste.

A good time was had by all...

Posted by Boudicca at January 26, 2013 05:53 PM
Comments

Never tried haggis... good to know it's not as bad as people claim...

A picture of your dad in full regalia would be great!!

Posted by: pam at January 27, 2013 06:29 AM

My Scots heritage has me lifting a glass of whiskey in his honor!

Posted by: Mrs. Who at January 27, 2013 11:16 AM

Have never wanted to try haggis. Just the idea of it . .bleh

I bet it was fun watching everyone's faces as your father walked through!!

BTW - the title of your blog post is just similar enough that I've had "Don't Fear The Reaper" running through my head the last two days. And I'm not even a Blue Oyster Cult fan!! ;-)

Posted by: Nina at January 29, 2013 08:13 AM

So, do I detect a Blue Oyster Cult influence here? I've no intention of trying haggis if I can help it. Just doesn't sound like something one should eat, though there's Scottish tradition to belie that idea.

I've the fuzzy man-legs for a kilt, but no excuse for it. German and Irish heritage (with a fair amount of British as well, though much further back) is not a real legacy for kilts.

We were having a celebration upon a day, as it were. It was a SpecOps thing and we had some of Scotlands finest in attendance, Paras I believe. Perhaps Royal Marines or Commandos. Regardless, they were arrayed in their finest and had brought their pipes (huzzah!) as they were true Scots and more the welcome for their pipes. Strapping lads one and all.

My wife, wonderful lass that she is, had not much real experience with Scots, though she had heard things. So, while mingling and imbibing (early on though, she'd no need of liquid courage for this) inquired if what she had heard of Scots and kilts was true. She felt emboldened I imagine since she could see that we all knew each other and were comfortable around each other. So, I invited one of the lads over for her to speak with.

I told her, "Go ahead and ask him if you'd wish dear". So, she asked if it were true about what a Scot wore beneath his kilt.

He glanced at me and cocked an eyebrow, awaiting my reaction. I told him it was fine with me if he was willing to accede to the lady's inquiry.

So he showed her that a true Scot only wears what the good Lord gave him beneath his kilt.

Turns out that he was a natural red head.

Turns out that my wife was able to do a very passable imitation of red her self.

And the night went on in fine fashion, all of us having a thoroughly good time. Though my dear bride still remembers and refers to that incident when the subject of kilts comes up.

And what is not beneath them.

And that is my kilt story. :)

And I imagine that your Da is fine figure of a Scot. Do grace us with photos if you've any, I imagine he's impressive. Good for the tourists to see this (that part of Florida is full of snowbirds at this time of the year), it gives them something to talk about.

Posted by: marcus erroneous at January 29, 2013 11:37 AM

...... I am glad that you had such a great time!..... haggis is a great treat (for once in a few months)...... welcome to the Burns Club, missy.....

Posted by: Eric at January 29, 2013 10:31 PM

You see, here, Haggis is a very friendly little sheep. I should send you a picture of a little girl and her Haggis.

Posted by: Curtis at January 30, 2013 01:47 PM

My maiden name is scottish even though my father's parents were born in Malta....we enjoy embracing our inner scot at the highland games....my husband, who is sicilian and looks it, is awful cute wearing my tartan.

Posted by: Trudy at January 30, 2013 02:07 PM

Pam- I may have to see if I can't find one somewhere. I scoured the internet, and he keeps off of it like I do... but I'll look. He used to have a website, but it's down. (It was for piping gigs.)

Mrs Who- There was an awful lot of whiskey drunk that night...

Nina- That was what was going through my head when I put the title up. It's one of my faves!

Marcus- I'm sorry, but that's just dang funny. Holy crap. I'm not sure I'd have had the guts to ask. I do know that when my boys were but wee lads, they were out in the back playing at my folks home. Mr. T was sitting on the driveway and my Dad was in full dress getting ready for a gig. He was practicing his pipes and I don't know what T was thinking, he was... 5? He slowly slid over while Dad was fully engrossed in piping and looked up his kilt. Now that he's older, words like 'damaged' come forth when he relates the story. I think it's a riot. There are some parts of your parents and grandparents you aren't supposed to see...

Eric- Thank you! It was a blast!

Curtis- Did you really name a sheep Haggis? That's hysterical...

Trudy- I don't think I could get my husband to wear a kilt... ;-)

Posted by: Bou at January 30, 2013 08:31 PM

And so with your pronouncement another post is born. With credit to our talented hostess.

Posted by: marcus erroneous at January 30, 2013 10:49 PM