Rescued Swede

Had to pick up Biskit this morning (phone call at quarter to eight – “Daaaad – can you . . .” ) so I dropped into Sainsburys to rescue that swede I forgot yesterday, and what better to blip than tonight’s dinner thawing out.  You may recognise the layout and lighting – nothing changed except the subject.
 
Note the two sausages and the half a haggis – Mrs W does not like haggis so this is the solution.