When I met Mr. Dragon 27 years ago, he told me about his culture's signature dish.
I was appalled at the idea.
When we married - 25 years ago, I did commit to trying it.
I figured I'd eat a crumb, wash it down with something and never have to actually taste it.
Fast forward 15 or so years and I happen to come across a recipe for haggis.
And a light went on.
See, I had always known that haggis was made of sheep stomach (used like sausage casing), oats and organ meats (heart and lungs).
However, I had been under the impression that the source of the oatmeal was from inside the stomach
. That is, that the stomach contents were removed, set aside, and used as part of the filling.
Imagine my joy to discover that this was Not the case. The contents are discarded and the oats are ordinary cooking oats.
Fast forward to last month. Mr. Dragon and I are celebrating our 25th anniversary with a trip to Scotland.
I figured that it was time to keep a 25 year promise and that if anyone was going to make this stuff edible, it was the people who invented it.
I tried it 3 times. Twice with breakfast and once a vegetarian version with dinner. I also ate a dinner bun called a haggis, but apparently that doesn't count.
It's...not terrible. It tasted better than I expected, but I don't see myself acquiring a taste for it.
I also tried black pudding. It's also not too bad, but I just couldn't get past the fact that blood is one of the main ingredients.