It was received as a gift from a pair of friends. For some reason, as soon as they saw it, they thought of my husband and I. It is probably fair to say that they had a point, as I can't imagine anyone else getting quite as enthusiastic about a canned good as we did.
I will admit, our haggis lingered on our pantry shelf for some time. We would encounter it from time to time as we surveyed the area for dinner inspirations, but always passed it by with the same kind of morbid curiosity that a facial growth would inspire. We were intrigued, but I for one was hesitant: the possibility of comparison to spaghetti-ohs being a constant fear for me in this regard.
But eat it we did, and to be honest our fears were generally unfounded. It tastes exactly like what you would imagine canned pet food would taste like. Considering that dog or cat food is typically made up of all the nasty bits that we generally avoid, just as haggis is typically made up of all the nasty bits that we generally avoid, this similarity is not surprising. What is more, according to my scottish and more haggis-experienced husband, it actually tasted reminiscent of actual haggis. Unlike spaghetti-ohs.
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