AAAhhh the things we do for love. To court is to ingest the indigestible. Case in point: Haggis. For love of Gail I have follower her in formal dress to the formality of the eating of the haggis. As her consort to innumerable Scottish events with smiling face I have tried to dispel the fear of partaking in the haggis. Though many an American Scot will proudly proclaim their love of haggis I’ve always secretly compared that to: I love eating my left gym shoe. For the unacquainted Haggis is sheep glands mixed with oatmeal wrapped in lovingly entrails