The secret is the disconnect between the taste and thinking about the disgusting ingredients.
My mother refused to have anything to do with Haggis, so to placate Grandma when she came for Sunday dinner, Mom would make a concoction she called "scotch ham". No, there was no alcohol involved, ground up civilized(ham,shoulder,bacon) pig parts boiled in a cheesecloth sack. Of course keeping with the New England Yankee tradition, no spices. You get salt & pepper, and like it, goddamnit.
