Minced onions, oatmeal, suet, spices, salt and a sheep’s heart, liver, lungs and stomach. That’s what’s in haggis. I know that because I ate it, not because I had been stuffed into one.
The ball shot off the driving range mat like a Formula 1 racecar. That was good. The only problem was that the Formula 1 racecar seemed to be in the midst of a 90-degree left turn. That was bad. Very bad.