Enter The Haggis

CC and I went to a Robert Burns party last night. I knew there would be an opportunity for me to pop my haggis cherry, so I was nervously psyched. The steaming grey-ish lump of stuffed intestines was paraded out, and Burns verse was read to it in Scottish brogue. It kind of looked like meatloaf, actually. A silver dagger was plunged into it for the ceremonial first cut, causing a bit of steam to rise and a trickle of juices to dribble out. I finally summoned up the courage to take a very small piece. The verdict? Tasted like a saltier meatloaf, with a slightlier odder smell.