Longing...

… my Brother in Law has momentarily ceased his world travels and is back at the familial nest… after quite a number of years away, he has finally made the break from Bangladesh and is now back in bonnie Scotland… just in time for winter, I might add…

… I had occasion to speak with him briefly a few days ago over the telephone, and as you do, we immediately began comparing recipes… both of us being men who know our way around a kitchen….

.. and as our tales escalated while the minutes ticked on, we shared our collective woes… me bringing up my failed curry attempts… and he bemoaning the lack of quality pork in Muslim nations… but it was his last tale that left me speechless…

… see, it seems that no matter how far away you remove a Scot from their native land, the deep desire to eat haggis can never be fully stifled…. I was amazed, but not shocked… I mean, after five years in the US of A, I myself have been forced to scrounge Our Glorious Nation via the interweb for the rich delicacy…. all in the name of satisfying a hungry Wife… and in the end, I found my haggis in New Jersey… for the dear Brother in Law though, he was not so lucky…. so he did what any stranger in a strange land would do when hankering for some haggis…. He made it himself from local ingredients…

… and from the sound of it, it wasn’t half bad… of course, he had to use a goat’s stomach instead of a sheep’s, but he made-do…. And as he was rattling off the ingredients, it sounded rather yummy… ground beef, black pepper, rice (instead of oats ala Scotland), green chili peppers (everything in Bangladesh has chili peppers in it), diced onions, garlic… all stuffed inside a goat’s disemboweled stomach and boiled for a few hours…

… he even remarked that – apart from the copious amounts of fat that he had to floatingly skim off of the boiling tureen – it turned out quite tasty…. and even though it didn’t really please the palate like authentic Scottish haggis, it was just close enough to slake his jones for the homeland…..

… while not really my cup of tea, I can see where he is coming from… the moral of the story?... who knows?… but perhaps it is this… never, ever, EVER underestimate the power of alcohol and homesickness combined…. with enough jars in you (and a powerful enough pine) you’ll find yourself traveling down some weird and stony paths, rubberneckers….

… and that, my dear, dear friends, is The Truth

by Eric on October 23, 2006 | Bullshit (10) | TrackBack (0) | Drinking
Bullshit So Far

I was thinking as I read this sentence, "Never, ever, ever underestimate the power of alcohol and homsickness combined..." and thought, "For you might find yourself eating boiled stuffed goat's stomach."

Yeah. I don't see that happening anytime soon for me. Just sayin'...

Bullshitted by Bou on October 23, 2006 03:33 PM

... Bou, if you've never had haggis, you are missing out on one of life's little pleasures....

Bullshitted by Eric on October 23, 2006 04:16 PM

And some people think eating cow tongue is gross...

Bullshitted by Alaska Kim on October 23, 2006 05:48 PM

I've never had it, but it's always sounded pretty damn good to me.

Bullshitted by That 1 Guy on October 23, 2006 06:19 PM

Geez, haggis is nothing compared to the bizarre crap people in my family eat ... cows hoof jelly, tongue, and brain sandwiches.

Personally, I think it looks really vile but I think I'd sooner eat those big bulbs of haggis than mushrooms.

Bullshitted by Erica on October 23, 2006 06:26 PM

I can relate. Alcohol and homesickness once caused me to buy and eat a jar of Swiss peanut butter.

Bullshitted by Jim - PRS on October 23, 2006 07:48 PM

Eric,
Thank God I'm Irish. I never have to search very hard to find a potato.

Bullshitted by Jerry on October 23, 2006 10:38 PM

I know the feeling all too well from travelling the globe. No country does deep-fried coronary problems like the Scots. Though the Aussies attempt to run chip shops, in reality there was no comparison. You just CANNOT get a good sausage supper anywhere except Scotland. And whilst in Australia, there were a number of occasions where I parted with 5 dollars (around two pounds) for a small bottle of Irn Bru, just because I needed some! Oh and as for haggis, anyone who hasn't tried it doesn't know what they're missing!

Bullshitted by Mark on October 24, 2006 07:07 AM

I have always wanted to go to Scotland and I always figured that if I ever do, I will try haggis. When in Rome and all that.

Bullshitted by Lemon Stand on October 24, 2006 07:33 AM

Haggis is to Scots what gefilte fish is to Jews. Non-members of the Tribe sup upon these delicacies at their peril; members must have them lest a wee part of their soul wither away.

Bullshitted by Elisson on October 24, 2006 01:05 PM