As some of you know, I was supposed to be, AT THIS VERY MINUTE, in Scotland. I was supposed to arrive there a week ago today, but due to confusing travel mishaps, I am home.
So, no souvenirs you say?
Hah! I do have souvenirs thanks to my knitting friends who gave me:
The shirt says: Whatever is meant to happen to you will happen to you.
Aha! That explains why I didn't end up in Scotland. I must not have been meant to go there.
I wish I knew WHY!!!
My daughter just came back from a trip to Scotland, where for breakfast on an overnight train trip, she was served Black Pudding. And she tried it, ick.
My new Scottish cookbook has the recipe for Black Pudding, and as I've mentioned in the past, I'm nothing if not generous, so here it is (you're welcome):
Two questions---where do I buy sheep's blood, and doesn't this get cooked at some point?
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Don’t invite me over when you make it!
You normally buy it ready cooked as a sausage, apple sauce helps but I never eat black pudding. It is like one of those recipes from the past, stuffed hearts when I was a child, and faggots from the Black Country (Midlands) fairly similar to haggis. This was the time when you ate every bit of the cow....
Well, now off to search faggots as a food. Here we thought the British called cigarettes "faggots."
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