I’d try it. But I doubt there is anywhere in Hawaii that serves Haggis.
I’ve eaten haggis. Didn’t change my life… wouldn’t go out of my way to get any more, wouldn’t go out of my way to avoid it. The ingredients aren’t any worse than what goes into sausages, really, are they?
I’ve eaten haggis. Didn’t change my life… wouldn’t go out of my way to get any more, wouldn’t go out of my way to avoid it. The ingredients aren’t any worse than what goes into sausages, really, are they?
Haggis… mmmmmm… deep fried in batter, served wth chips (salted & vinegared), eaten on the sea front of Ayr on a cold, wet Wednesday afternoon in November. Fast food heaven!
At least you know it’s offal in haggis, unlike your typical greaseburger.
We most definitely don’t. Americans do it for some reason, probably to make it easier to get a good approximation of the pronunciation. It’s lutfisk!
Rubbish. I’ve never heard of any such rules.
By all means do! It’s a rare delicacy. I can admit that the smell does put some people off (according to a friend of mine it’s worse than durian, and he’s an aficionado of both), but once you have overcome that obstacle you will find that the taste is nothing like it. I would rather describe it as spicy and salty.
As for haggis I must say that I hesitated a bit the first time I came across it (knowing the recipe), but once I had tasted my first mouthful I fell for it.
Hey, not “rabid” - we con’t put dogs into it. You’re thinking of English West Country cider! 
No humans in it either, I [i/]think*, anyway. 
Anyone else remember the author Iain Banks’ cross-cultural idea of haggis pakora?
I had haggis once, in 1996 at a scout camp in Hanko, Finland. I was offered canned haggis by visiting Scottish scouts. I managed to down one mouthful right before they noticed that the “best before” date was five years old. Explains in part the taste, I’m sure. It might not be that bad, really.
Lutfisk, though, is located in the “Foods auRa has had the discomfort of coming into contact with, but will never ever do so again” section of my memory, along with sheep’s eyeball soup and blood pudding.
I wouldn’t mind an answer to that either. Even if he did mean black pudding, it is hardly in the same league. Black pudding is an essential component of an English Breakfast, something that people rave about world-wide until they conventiently forget about it when they decide to accuse English food of being crap.
Personally, as an English/scottish crossbreed who lives in Sweden, I think I am qualified to comments on the Black Pudding/Haggis/Lutfisk thing.
Black Pudding … lovely.
Haggis … lovely, but it has bee a wee while since I last had it.
Lutfisk … Fish that has been reduced to lookign like jelly has no right to be in my mouth.
And finally,
Surströmming … is not a food. I am sure it breaks the definition in several places