I sat at lunch last Thursday, defending the virtues of the great chieftain o' the puddin' race to a small table full of disparaging co-workers. The indignity I felt at having to do so wouldn't have been so pronounced had anybody else at the table ever actually tried any.
I'm talking about a haggis, of course. Goes a long way to show the stigma applied (wrongly, so often) to so many things.
I dinna let it bother me much at all, bolstered as I was by the prospect of indulging in that same sumptuous repast the very next day. I don't have the words right now to capture, properly, the feeling of the evening, but I did manage to secure a small bit of footage that goes a very short way towards that end.
I hope it suffices.