Haggis and Spotted Dick

While in the UK, there are certain food items that surely can not be found in abundance elsewhere. This means that within my 18 days of holiday travel, I must eat them all regardless of name or ingredient. Today's meal consisted of what is perhaps the most... curious of dishes.

First off, Haggis, a traditional and popular Scottish dish. You can find this in most restaurants and pubs, as Scot and Scot alike have all tried and devoured the infamous Haggis, neeps and tatties (turnip and mash potato). Yes, Haggis is so famous that they even wrote a series of children's books based on Hamish the Hairy Haggis. So what is Haggis? My dear readers, I'm still not entirely sure.


Haggis is a mixture of a sheep's heart, liver, lungs and sometimes throat, stuffed into its own intestine and boiled. Of course they add spices and garnishes, but the bulk of it is simply a smorgasbord of innards. Was it delicious? Well, I wouldn't put it like that. Would I eat it again? Most certainly.

For desert I had Spotted Dick. I first saw this word plastered in pubs around London. It was a dish, like any other, casually written in chalk as if it were yesterdays happy hour special. What is it? Spotted dick is a steamed cake of sorts with raisins or currants (the spots) baked inside. It's usually served with ice cream or custard, and served as the perfect trashy dessert. Was it delicious? It was a little too sweet for me and I couldn't manage to devour the whole thing. Would I eat it again? That really depends.