エディンバラのパブに入った時のこと。 せっかくスコットランドに来たのだからと、ハギスを注文すると、店員は少し驚いた様子。 周りにいた客もオヤッという表情でこちらを振り返る。 構わず「Half pint of bitter, and Haggis Please!」と続ける。

やがて運ばれてきた一皿。 羊肉はもともと私の大好物だし、香辛料も効いていてビターにぴったりのオツな味。 上機嫌で食べているところに先ほどの店員おそるおそる登場。




スコットランドを訪れる機会があったら、騙されたと思ってぜひ召し上がってみてください。 ビールがついつい進んじゃう美味しい一皿ですよ。


詩人ロバート・バーンズの誕生日である1月25日に、スコットランドの人々は宴を催しハギスを食べます。 バーンズの「ハギスに捧げる詩」が朗読され、おごそかにハギスにナイフが入れられます。

詳しくは:Robert Burns Tribute

Address to a Haggis - Robert Burns

To A Haggis

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the Puddin-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang's my arm.

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o' need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.

His knife see Rustic-labour dight,
An' cut you up wi' ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!

Then, horn for horn they stretch an' strive,
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
_Bethankit_ hums.

Is there that owre his French _ragout_
Or _olio_ that wad stow a sow,
Or _fricasee_ was mak her spew
Wi' perfect sconner
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! See him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro' bluidy flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll mak it whissle;
An' legs, an' arms, an' heads will sned,
Like taps o' thrissle.

Ye Pow'rs wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware,
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer,
Gie her a Haggis!