Haggis: Offal isn’t Awful

Recently, I learned that true haggis is banned in the US. This is due to a law that makes the sale of lungs for consumption illegal. Haggis is traditionally made from a sheep’s heart, liver, and lungs, meaning that all haggis sold in America only has the heart and liver. After learning this, I was grateful that my trip to the UK included visiting a farm to experience making and eating haggis.

Some tourists believe that haggis is a small mammal, but this is false. Haggis is made from sheep, more specifically the boiled heart, liver, and lungs. These organs are ground up with an onion, mixed with oats and spices, and boiled again inside of a sheep’s stomach. As Ben Johnson says in Haggis, national dish of Scotland, the origins of this meal have been lost to time. Some claim that it was made by old Scottish women as a meal for their husbands to have on the road to the market. It could also be that it was used to preserve the offal from a kill, as organs spoil rapidly. The man leading our experience mentioned that haggis could have come to Scotland from the Vikings of Scandinavia.

No matter how haggis found its way to Scotland, it has come to be seen as a symbol of Scottish pride. Haggis was important due to the nutrition it provided. By using offal that would otherwise spoil, it provided valuable protein. It also contained fiber from the oats, fat from the added fat, as well as many vitamins and minerals, such as iron, that people back then needed to survive. Our experience leader told us that Rabbie Burns, who is considered Scotland’s greatest poet, wrote the poem Address to a Haggis about the dish, which helped cement it in the hearts of the Scottish people.

Compared to the Scottish people, who mostly love haggis, I was hopeful about it but prepared to not like it. Offal isn’t common in America, but it is seen in Indonesia. I’ve even had certain kinds of offal, such as pork rinds, beef tongue, and a few types of liver. However, I could tell that the Scottish people were much more enthusiastic about offal than I was, as I had seen haggis in every store and on every menu since arriving in Scotland.

Making haggis was quite simple. After grinding the offal and onion, we mixed in oats, fat, and spices, before shoving the mix into a sheep’s stomach to boil. We were then served a finished haggis with neeps and tatties. The haggis was dry and a bit grainy, with a warm, meaty taste. It tasted vaguely like black pudding. Even though I tend to dislike grainy foods, I did like the taste, but it could have used some hot sauce. Overall, I liked it, though some members of our group definitely did not.

I feel like I had a similar experience to a Scottish person who was having haggis for the first time. Not only did I try the haggis, but I was one of two people who volunteered to help make it, so I got the full experience. As someone who has had offal multiple times before, haggis wasn’t too abnormal to me, and I assume that Scottishpeople would also be used to offal. There is, however, one major difference between me and a Scottish person eating haggis for the first time, and that is the fact that I have no cultural ties to haggis, while this is the national dish of Scotland. There might be a sense of national pride for a Scottish person, maybe even a slight sense of pressure to like haggis, but not for me.

I would definitely have haggis again, but maybe I’d experiment with it a bit. After all, this is an integral part of Scottish culture. I overheard another member of my class mention a haggis quesadilla and it sounded pretty good. Maybe I’ll make it again, but use different ingredients, granting me a deeper understanding of the complexities of this central piece of Scotland. It really wasn’t that different from ground beef. Maybe that would be a possible way to market it in the States. After all, more Americans need to understand that offal really isn’t awful.

I Survived: Eating a Full English Breakfast

I don’t like eating breakfast. I like traditional breakfast foods, but eating them in the morning is a different story. Waking up is bad enough, but having to eat a full meal before my brain is ready to process anything? No way. However, I signed up to go on a Trek to the UK and eat a Full English Breakfast at 8AM.

Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against people who enjoy eating the full English Breakfast. It’s a meal with a rich history, dating back to medieval times. In “Edible Histories: The Full English Breakfast,” Mark Riddaway reports that back then, an English Breakfast consisted of bread and porridge accompanied by ale. A cheap meal to fuel a worker for the day. Fast forward a while, the industrial revolution allowed commoners to emulate the rich by adding eggs, bacon, and sausage to their breakfasts. Riddaway adds that items such as baked beans and fried potatoes were only included at breakfast once rationing due to the World Wars had ended. The meal I ate consisted of eggs, bacon, sausage, beans, black pudding, mushrooms, tomatoes, hash browns, and toast. It had proteins, fats, carbs, fiber, and a plethora of vitamins and minerals. A huge meal covering every nutrient needed for the day ahead.

Still a bit tired, I started by picking at the fried eggs. Interestingly, the runny yolks were orange, while American eggs have yellow yolks. The taste wasn’t too different, so I moved to the bacon, which was nice and salty. At this point, I finally felt awake, having woken up early so that I would feel awake while eating. Next, I tried the hash browns, which were crispy the whole way through, making them a bit dry. I then tried the sausage, which tasted a bit too sweet for me, reminiscent of a breakfast sausage patty.

Now, remaining on the plate were five foods. I moved the mushrooms and tomatoes to the side, as I had no intention of eating them. This left me with black pudding, beans, and toast. Blood has never been something I’ve felt squeamish about, so I tried the black pudding, which tasted like a salty and dry American hotdog. What I didn’t want to try was the beans on toast. Did I have to eat them together? No. Would I be missing out on the full experience if I ate them separately? Yes. So I ate the beans on the toast and discovered that, after not having baked beans since elementary school, I now hated the sweet and mushy beans.

This wrapped up the meal for me. After eating, I did not consider eating again until around 2PM, as it was very filling. While I ended up enjoying this breakfast, I do not think I would have it again. This is mostly because I had to wake myself up extra early to be able to eat it, however this was a fun experience, as I had done it with friends.