Andrew: Truly, haggis is a many-splendored thing. For reasons yet

unfathomed, I cannot get my family and friends to share my enthusiasm for

the noble pudding. Consequently, we are left after Burns Night with a large

portion of haggis unconsumed. Rosie slices it into disks (a haggis is

shaped something like a large football) and puts them in the freezer. They

freeze up into sort of oversized hockey pucks. For weeks afterwards, I have

an occasional, delicious lunchtime treat–a microwaved haggis puck, with

pickles and cheese. Mm-mmmm!