Grits... Yeah. I've heard of them, but in the great tradition of mystery foods, I've never been too sure what they are. Nor have I ever eaten 'em.
I always got the impression that they were like hard, gravelly porridge. I guess, though, that my impression has been partly shaped by the name. I mean, grits. Who in their right mind would call food something so utterly unappealling?
Haggis, now... I have eaten -- and enjoyed -- haggis. The only time I had it, it reminded me very strongly of the peppery-tasting shepherd's pie that Dad used to make with the left-overs of the Sunday joint of roast lamb. I guess the message here is don't knock sheep entrails until you've tried them. (Then again, I always wondered whether the stuff I had was the genuine article or whether it had been 'improved' for the tourist market.)
Chris
