Don't let all the yumminess get in the way of the meaning behind Burns' night, make sure to read the poetry extract from Robert Burns which must be read over the haggis before tucking in.
'Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great Chieftain o' the pudding race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace
As lang's my arm'