I went to Scotland when I was 13, and bought a little stuffed toy haggis (well, it was supposed to be the mythical animal from which haggis is created. It looked more like a Tribble - see link). Unfortunately I left it in a shopping mall by accident, and I never saw my poor little fluffy haggis again.
So what happens to stuffed toys that get left in malls? Would my haggis get washed and donated to a children’s charity if I didn’t claim it after a certain amount of time? Or would it just have been thrown away eventually?
I have noticed an unusual number of stuffed animals beside the road and deep in the woods over the years. My theory is that they tried to escape back to get back home and succumbed to the elements or that Satanists were involved somehow. I feel really bad for the stuffed animals but the single shoes, especially children’s ones, are the ones that really bother me.
Single children’s shoes are easy. Kids horsing around in the back of the car, one kid grabs a sibling’s shoe and whips it out the window. Car stops, they can’t find the shoe and leave.
I rescued a pokemon (digimon?) I have no idea what it is, but it had been abandoned in a roadside McDonald’s. It lives in my car now, along with an orange hippo and a blue mouse won in one of those claw games, and a green squishy-faced guy from Canada’s Wonderland.
My brother has a pink fuzzy ostrich, rescued from a park.
I think most lost toys, if they are cute enough, end up in someone’s home/car. I would have kept your haggis and given it a good home, had I found it!
Did you lose it on January 22nd? According to the website you linked to, if you lose your Wild Hairy Haggis on that night, you will never see him again. He’s probably roaming free on the Highlands with other strange furry animals that consist only of a head.
Serious answer: I think that haggis gets a bum rap because people hear “sheep’s stomach” and get squicked out. After all, anything boiled in a sheep’s stomach has got to be gross, right? But I’d bet that most people who hate it have never actually tried it. (I’m sure there are exceptions, of course.) But I don’t think it’s bad. If it’s offered to me again, I’ll eat it. I won’t buy it myself, as it’s a) hard to find, and b) pretty expensive.
No, people get squicked out because a sheep’s smooshed up heart, liver, and lungs, boiled in its stomach has got to be gross. We call it “cat food.” Although anyone who eats it is either very strong or dangerously insane; in either case, not someone you want to give shit to, even if he is wearing a dress.
Oh, it was eaten, man. Haggis is a superb dish for all seasons.
Don’t be fooled by the lungs, liver, etc. A quality haggis (recommend Macsween’s) is ground up fine so you don’t know what you’re getting into, and it should also be quite peppery. The very best part of the whole evening is when you slice into the stomach and the haggis meat oozes out through the incision. And then you pour whiskey on it, of course. Food of the gods.
