The thing that is really on my mind tonight is a frustrating work situation. I cannot think of an oblique way to express my frustration that does not lurch immediately into Imprudent blogger territory, so I'll just say this: I'd appreciate your prayers for a peaceful resolution.
Since it is eating up most of my available brain space, I will be brief tonight. I went to the pantry to see if there might be anything snackworthy on the shelves, and lo:
Nestled between the black beans and the chipotles in adobo, I spotted two cans of haggis. Haggis, in the Midwest!
One of the big surprises of our two years in Scotland was the discovery that haggis is really tasty. Americans hear "made of sheep lungs" and assume it must taste like putrescence and despair, but it turns out that sheep lungs are totally delicious. My husband misses haggis.
I'm not convinced about haggis in a can.
I'll have to keep you posted. We always have tatties and we often have neeps, but this is the first time in >16 years that we've had haggis in the house.
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