I'm curious now... I always assumed it was "neeps".
I've always thought it was neeps too. Tasty either way.
My Scottish mother-in-law hosted a Burns Night for us on Saturday, during which much haggis, tatties, neeps, whisky, cranachan and Edinburgh fog were consumed. (Amazing how all the poems seem to make perfect sense after a few "wee drams".
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Thing is, she made rather a lot of haggis, so we've been eating the leftovers all week. Which may be one of the reasons why my weight is back up.
Really need to get back into the habit of doing the long cycle commute. No excuse not to now the snow has gone.
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