here, there, everywhere

In Aberdeenshire! I wish I had a picture to go with this, but, since it's not like haggis is particularly photogenic anyway: last night, in honor of Burn's Night, Iain's sister cooked a haggis and everyone took turns reciting stanzas from Robert Burn's indecipherable ode to Scotland's most famous sausage. I'd never had haggis before, having felt too self-conscious and touristy to ever order it when I was here on my own, but was surprised by how delicious it was - spicy, smoky, earthy. I highly recommend it, though it goes without saying that squeamish people (myself included) are probably better off not reading the list of ingredients beforehand.