A (haggis)hunting we will go...

Tomorrow is Robert Burns birthday - a day celebrated enthusiastically by Scots around the globe. 

So in honour of this auspicious occasion, I've decided we should have the traditional Haggis, Neeps & Tatties for dinner.  Now, in days gone by my proud and hardy Scottish forefathers would have headed to the hills of the Highlands in search of the perfect wee beastie to pop in the pot. 

(For those of you unfamiliar with haggis culture, they are a small, rotund, furry animal with four legs. Their left legs are longer than those on the right enabling them to run with ease - always in a clockwise direction - around the hillsides of their native Scotland. This however, also facilitates their easy capture. Confronting them head on, they will spin around in an attempt to outrun their captor, and promptly lose balance and fall over.)

I however, being just as proud but slightly less hardy and now living south of the border in the midlands of England, am heading to the village butcher in the hope that he may have a fresh and "ready-to-boil" wee haggis in stock.

Let the hunt commence...