...and this Scot-by-birth-if-not-by-parentage absolutely
loves haggis.
Which is odd, because if anyone's squeamish about eating weird bits of animals, it's me. The thing is, though, you can't tell what you're eating, because it's all minced up together into tiny pieces and it just tastes like spicy, meaty, dry mince with lots of oatmeal mixed in. Add neeps (turnips) and tatties (mashed potatoes) and you've got a meal made in heaven.
On a side-note, I've never heard anyone talk about 'GrandMum' over here. Granny, Gran, Nanna, Nan - that's about all I can think of right now.
Yvonne
