peanut butter & haggis

today i did a google image search for haggis. it was quite possibly the most disturbing and most amusing image search i've done to date. among my favorite images were the one above (be sure to read the ingredients) and this.

it all began when my friend ed went to the highland games last weekend and purchased a canned 'caledonian kitchen' haggis.


through the long and humorous conversation that followed he ended up giving me the haggis which now sits proudly on my desk (check it out). i had haggis while last in edinburgh. it was fine. i didn't know that's what i was eating or i may not have tried it, but it was decent. i was happy to tell my mother i'd tried it, as robert w service's 'the haggis of private mcphee' is one of her favorite poems. i'm all about making my mother proud.

which brings me to peanut butter.



many of my nonamericano-commonwealth friends find peanut butter disturbing. i never used to eat it much, but now i have a pbj (that's slang for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich) for breakfast almost every day. it's quick and filling and just chock full of protein. ben (aka jben. see my superhero post) made faces at me when he saw me eating a pbj. i guess it's not just the brits that don't like pb...at least not the way we use it in the states. aussies don't dig it either.

though pete may be forever disturbed at my confession of my weekday breakfast of convenience (you should've heard him go off about americans and pb! i had no idea there was such pb ill-will in the world.) let me say a few words in my defense.

vegemite.
haggis.
blood sausage.