Haggis

I knew at some point it would happen; I would have to try haggis. I wasn't looking forward to it. Turns out it came a lot sooner than I would have expected. I was handed a flyer on campus for a Haggis and Games night sponsored by one of the clubs on campus. Figuring I would just eat before hand and then play the games. Turns out it was a wonderful night for meeting people from all over the world. Around 100 people showed up. I was able to meet people from France, Italy, Germany, Nigeria, Australia, and of course Scotland. About thirty minutes into being crammed into a flat with all of us, the hosts began to pass out little bowls of haggis. It didn't look too bad. Everyone took their little bowl and poked at it a bit while we all looked around at each other. It was like no one wanted to try it first. I agreed to try a bite and share a bowl with one other person. It had the texture of refried beans mixed with ground beef, but it had a somewhat spicy additional flavor to it that didn't taste natural. It wasn't terrible. It wasn't great either. It got better though when a few minutes later the fire alarm went off. Trust me that burned haggis doesn't smell good, and I am sure it wouldn't taste good either. At least now for the rest of my time in the country, anytime I am offered haggis I can honestly say that I have tried it.