I cooked up 4 haggises (haggi?) last night, mashed neeps, mashed tatties, carrots and parsnips mashed together, white puddings and a home made whisky sauce.
Went down well in the bar.
Traditionally, any non-jocks that want to sample our culinary delights get handed a Burn's poem to recite first.
The outcome is hilarious.
To us, anyway.