A few years back, the owner of a local bar decided to try her hand at making haggis prior to putting on a Burn's Night. (If anyone cares to know what Burn's Night is, let me know - it's not particularly relevant to the story and I can't be bothered typing out an explanation right now).
Anyhoo, as some of the ingredients can't be found over here, she was having to improvise. But, as she'd never cooked or tasted haggis before, she had no real idea what the finished product was supposed to taste like. So, as I was something of a reg'lar in said bar at the time, she asked if I would be her tester for the trial run.
It tasted bloody good. I mean, really good. Just like haggis should taste. I promptly made a point of telling everyone I knew that if they wanted to try haggis, they should get themselves down to the bar for the Burn's Night. And a whole bunch of them did.
Except, for reasons which were never made clear, the bar owner changed her recipe between me trying it and her serving it at the dinner.
It...was...horrible! I think she put about a pound of butter in for every serving. Why...why? Even I could barely eat more than a few mouthfuls of the stuff. My friends all gamely tried it, but will never touch it again. A couple of them actually got sick.
Sadly now, nobody will believe me when I tell them that wasn't anything like real haggis. "Don't give us that crap - you said it was good!" etc, etc.
So, no haggisophiles in Colorado as a result of that little stunt I'm afraid.
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