http://www.macsween.co.uk/products/delicious-every-day-vegetarian/
http://www.hendersonsofedinburgh.co.uk/recipes/vegetarian-haggis.php
that recipe's pretty good, though I'm fussy about the garam masala and usually just stick to some allspice, loads of fresh ground pepper and salt, and I add a couple of tablespoonsful of peanut butter instead of margarine. I generally mince the mushrooms and sauté them down in a very lightly oiled pan and then put the lid on and the heat draws the jus and I use that instead of adding tamari.
If you get it all cooked down then pack it into an ashet and roast it a bit in the oven, it's pretty good
It's not supposed to be crispy though, so a casserole dish with a lid works well. If you do it in the ashet then cover it with pastry (cheese flaky's good ) then it makes a good haggis pie which is a lot better than most of the commercial fakesteak vegetarian options out there, or mashed spuds for a Shepherd's pie.
I've just had a look on the North American Amazon site for you, and by heavens they know how to charge, don't they ? :yikes:
Tinned haggis and vegetarian haggis is under a couple of pounds here. I know folks who go camping and take both types so they have meat and veg sorted
I remember meat being well used. Nothing was wasted. If it couldn't be eaten easily it was boiled down to jelly or stock. I don't ever remember anyone in the family eating tripe, but we did make and eat haggis, and Grandpa really did like a singed sheeps heid
http://archive.org/stream/mrsbeetonshouse00beetuoft#page/610/mode/2up
which he ate with black pepper.
My Father shot rabbits, etc., until the mixie really started in this area, and not long after he gave up his rifles.
Tinned meat was kept for camping or for just-in-case. No one had a freezer big enough to store meat, though some of the big sandstone houses still had game rooms. The only other way I knew of to preserve meat was as 'ham', and we made beef ham here too, not just pig ham, iimmc., or as potted meat, like potted hough. The big marmeet on Granny's cooker simmered everything down to stock. Mum had a pressure cooker instead
I was never fond of meat, of any kind. I mind sitting at the table and not allowed to leave until I'd finished my dinner, and I just couldn't eat the meat. I don't know how many times I sat there for hours, with the meat still on my plate, until bedtime, and my Dad angry that I wouldn't eat it and be done. I just couldn't, and it never got any better. I'll prep it, cook it, serve it, but it's not food for me, and I have never missed it.
M