Burns Night was barely seven days back. That made them consider haggis…of course. Presently, companions, I am not a haggis hater. I have had some very scrumptious haggis in Scotland, actually.
Here in the South, we eat a wide range of intriguing things. Squirrel, okra, head cheddar. Try not to inquire. Something we eat is called livermush.
Be that as it may, I was at the supermarket a couple days back and got myself mysteriously attracted to the bologna and wiener cooler. Why? Why am I remaining here among things I once in a while eat?
My eye found the unappetizing dim square over to the other side. Livermush.
A debt of gratitude is in order for your understanding – here’s the point. Haggis is a cluster of creature (sheep or pig typically) bits cleaved up and cooked with cereal. Information on Neeses Livermush is pork bits slashed up and cooked with cornmeal.
With the exception of the packaging, they are strikingly comparative. Indeed, even in taste.
Along these lines, I am exploring different avenues regarding an Appalachian haggis for next Burns Night. Subsequent stage is to locate some legitimate housings.
At that point I’ll post a few pictures.
Fingers crossed, dear foodies. This could either be splendid or an aggregate flaring catastrophe.
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