Left over Rabbie

[wully]

Had some tatties and a bit of haggis left over the other day and after the success of Maw Broons tattie scones I thought I'd try to make Tattie & Haggis scones.

Were they good?

Well, they got eaten so fast there wasn't the time to get a foatie

Think 'Jockanese Keema Nan' and yer no far off

 

[aRTy_Hexhead]

Another twist on a scotch egg

How about a scotch egg done with sausage meat and haggis?

Worked well enough last weekend.

This was a take on the Hairy Bikers version of scotch eggs of sausage with black pudding that they did a few weeks ago- equally as good!

 

[Mr K]

I fried the left-over tater and turnip and nuked the spare Haggis....

....and had HP Sauce over the veg...



PS I'd some ready made pastry in the fridge and briefly considered "Burn's Pasties".....

 

[wully]

PS I'd some ready made pastry in the fridge and briefly considered "Burn's Pasties".....

You'd have got a gold star for yer jotter if you'd said 'Burn's Bridies'...

 

[Packer]

You'd have got a gold star for yer jotter ...

Thanks for a memory jogger, gold stars in the jotter. Such a great feeling of achievement, for just a bit of shiny sticky paper, happy days.

 

[wully]

gold stars drawn on the on the slate

Izzat no more like it?

 

[Rev Chuck]

A slightly different form of left over Rabbie - from my sister, arrived today, and apologies for those who know it by heart, and for not knowing the author!

‘Address tae a fart’

Oh what a sleekit horrible beastie
Lurks in yer belly efter the feastie
As ye sit doon amongst yer kin
There sterts tae stir an enormous win'

The neeps an' tatties an' mushy peas
Stert workin' like a gentle breeze
But soon the puddin' wi' the sonsie face
Will have ye blawin' a' ower the place.

Nae matter whit the hell ye dae
A'body's gonnae hae tae pay
Even if ye try tae stifle
It's like a bullet oot o' a rifle

Haud yer bum tight tae the chair
Tae try an' stop the leakin' air
Shift yersel fae cheek tae cheek
Pray tae God it disnae reek.

But aw yer efforts gan asunder
Oot it comes like a clap o' thunder
Ricochets aroon' the room
Michty me! A sonic boom

God Almichty, it fairly reeks!
Hope I huvnae s**t ma breeks!
Tae the bog ah'd better scurry,
Ach, whit the hell, it's no ma worry.

A'body roon aboot me chokin'
Yin or twa were nearly boakin'
I'll feel better for a while
Cannae help but raise a smile.

Wis him! I shout with accusin' glower,
Alas! Too late! He's just keeled ower
Ye dirty bugger, they shout and stare
A didnae feel welcome ony mair

Where e'r ye be let yer wind gan free
Sounds like just the job for me
Whit a fuss at Rabbie's party
Ower the sake o' one wee farty.