Haggis is chicken vulvas wrapped in a cow’s scrotum
My husband is from Aberdeen and insists that we eat haggis to celebrate Burns night this year. I was fine with the idea until Delia from zumba revealed that haggis is made of chicken vulvas wrapped in a cows scrotum. Not quite as bad as a Tesco value burger, but it isnt far off. How can I avoid eating this revolting dish without hurting my husbands national pride?
Were doing a special project for Burns night at school and so weve been learning some of his poetry and all about his life and stuff. The first thing we learned is that Robert Burns is a rubbish speller, even worse than the kids in Mrs Penhays Sunshine Remedial class. I tried to read some of his poems and they were FULL of mistakes and I could hardly understand what he was saying. Theres an angry Scottish dinner lady at my school called Margaret who is ginger and shouts at you if you drop crumbs on the floor and no-one understands her either so they are probably related. The other thing we learned about Robert the Burns is that he liked to write poems about his dinner, which is a bit weird. If he was alive today hed probably be putting videos on YouTube of him singing a rubbish song about chicken nuggets or something. Thankfully hes dead.
Hope that helps!