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Got Haggis?

On the 21st I had the awesome opportunity to go with my wonderful friend Mandy to the Utah Scottish Associations annual Robert Burns Supper. I have a few stories...so I think I'm going to break it out into a couple of posts. Hope you don't mind. Not like you really have a choice. :)

Mandy asked if I would be willing to bring the Haggis up from BYU. Yes, the Haggis. If you don't know what Haggis is...don't ask me. Google it. Or click on this handy link but try not to lose your lunch. Now we went to our first ever Robert Burns Supper up at Utah State last year - where I tried Haggis for the first (and last) time. It actually wasn't too bad - but after you read the link above, you might understand why Haggis and I are not exactly friends.

So when Mandy asked me if I could bring up the Haggis...I stemmed the instinctual urge to vomit and said yes. Why? Because I love Mandy. Here are a few of my thoughts about the warm-reekin entrails as I drove to Salt Lake with a backseat full of them in a snow storm:

- BYU has the BEST transportation containers ever! Thick plastic and sealed completely - no smell, no nausea.
- Haggis doesn't sing along to the radio very well.
- It would be highly entertaining to get pulled over with Haggis in the car - inducing vomiting in the police officer would likely get you out of a ticket.
- Driving solo is always a good idea with Haggis in the car. How do you explain to your date that the backseat is occupied by ... guts?
- And finally, getting in an accident with Haggis in the car would definitely end badly. How would they know if those were your guts strewn all over the road or the main course of your dinner? That's a distinction no one should ever have to make.

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