Have I stumbled upon the ultimate in food fusion? I am certainly thinking of changing my plans for next Burns Night.
ADDRESS TO THE HAGGIS PAKORA
– by Lorna M. Angus
Fair fa' yer honest sonsie face
Great chieftain of the curried race.
Aboon them a' ye tak' yer place
Wi' herbs an' spices.
Weel are ye worthy o' a grace-
But this suffices!
The groanin' trencher there ye fill
Now - after culinary skill
Gastric delights for which I'd kill
Arouse my greed.
While through the door the family spill
Wi' unco speed!
The chicken tikka's sheer delight,
For onion bajjis, we would fight,
The rogan josh we praise outright
But hopes still soar - ah. ...
If we could only taste tonight
Aye, -mark the chiel, pakora fed
The trembling earth resounds his tread
For gie tae him his daily bread-A
Wi' meat and sauce sae tasty spread
An' ne'er a tattie!
Oh - kitchens, dishing out this fare
Jist min' tae tak the greatest care
For Scots are wantin' mair an'mair
Meals in a hurry.
So if ye want their gratefu' prayer
Gie them a curry!