Once
upon a time there was an Italian Prime Minister who, irked that the EU chose
Helsinki as the city in which to headquarter the new European Food Safety
Authority, came back from a trip there and proclaimed to his countrymen that
the Finns were less qualified to host any sort of food authority because their
cuisine sucked.
Ok,
he didn’t exactly use those words, but he actually came pretty close.
Then
there was the French Prime Minister who once claimed that “After Finland,
Britain is the country with the worst food.”
Fuck
you, Chirac. You may think that, but you
don’t need to say it. Dick.
Finnish
cuisine really does take a beating… And to be fair, the Finns definitely aren’t
known internationally for their cuisine.
But after visiting the country, I’ve determined that there really isn’t
a reason they shouldn’t be known for their cuisine. Every meal we had was fresh and delicious,
and even the scarier of the foods turned out to taste pretty good.
Let’s
start with dessert, because I love to start with dessert. I picked up these lusikkaleivat (aka spoon cookies) from an old lady at the markets.
She made them from scratch and sold them in batches of 10 in little
unlabelled plastic containers. Essentially,
these are the Finnish version of Danish butter cookies. Buttery.
Sweet. Absolutely delicious. The jam in the middle is the traditional way
of making them in Finland and was a nice touch.
Speaking
of the markets, we also spotted many of these:
Lingonberries! More commonly thought of served atop Swedish
meatballs, lingonberries are native to Finland too and are found all over. Lingonberries are a bitter berry with a very
strong taste (hence why it is often served with savoury foods), but that doesn’t
mean that it doesn’t make a great dessert too.
Our first night in Helsinki, Charlotte and I tried some whipped
lingonberry porridge with white chocolate cream. And cream is exactly what I did… Who said
that?
If
bitter lingonberries are at one end of the berry spectrum, then the cloudberry
is at the other. Also native to Finland,
cloudberries are orange in colour and very sweet. I’m pretty confident the cloudberry jam was
the best jam I’ve ever had, and I’ve been trying hard to find it in Sydney
without much luck. We accidentally got a
serving of the orange jam as part of a massive breakfast that we had at this
cute little cafe that we accidentally stumbled upon. For €15, we got all of this plus a juice and
a coffee.
The
cloudberry jam was served with the square block of cheese in the bottom right
corner. The cheese is called leipƤjuusto
and is often referred to as Finnish squeaky cheese. I didn’t actually realize what it was at
first, but I was in love as soon as I tasted it. It is very similar to haloumi – and I LOVE
haloumi – but it’s less salty. It goes
extremely well with the sweet cloudberry jam and I REALLY want some here.
Of
course, anywhere I go, I have to try the local chocolate, which for Finland,
proved much better than the chocolate I tried in Estonia, Russia, or
Mongolia. Fazer is the big brand and it
was good quality.
If
cheese and chocolate are my first two vices, then beer is definitely my
third. I heard the beer in Finland wasn’t
all that good, but I tried two local varieties and was pleasantly surprised by
both.
There
is also meat. Up until very recently,
the only meats I ate were chicken and turkey.
I’m not a big meat eater and didn’t even eat beef until June, lamb until
July, and I had my first bite of fish (smoked salmon) only a few days before
this trip. So I surprised myself when I tried
a bit of herring at the markets. It was
actually pretty good, though I only had the free sample so it was quite
small. The big ticket item, though, was
not the herring… or the squeaky cheese or the cloudberry jam or the lingonberry
pudding or the chocolate or the beer or the butter cookies. It was the Italian Prime Minister: Berlusconi.
Back
when Berlusconi made his comments about Finnish cuisine, the Finns got
angry. And apparently when the Finns get
angry, they get even. And “how?” you may
ask. With pizza. Finnish pizza. They take an Italian staple and they Finnishize
it. And then they enter it into an international
pizza competition in New York and take the gold medal, beating out the Italians
who come second. Ha! And what did these Finns call their Finnish
pizza? The Berlusconi. Never before in history has an entire country
so elegantly and cleverly added insult to injury, and I LOVE it. And I also loved the pizza.
Served
at a chain restaurant called Koti Pizza, the pizza consists of “a dough that is
high in fibre, smoked reindeer, chanterelles, and red onions”. This was our hangover lunch after our big
night out on the town, and it really hit the spot.
I ate reindeer. I ate Rudolph. Take that, Christmas!
So,
the next time some ignorant leader from some bigger European nation makes a
snarky comment about Finnish cuisine, just tell them how delicious squeaky
cheese and cloudberry jam and butter cookies are, and remind them that Finland
has a Berlusconi too. And the Finns’
Berlusconi is way better than the Italian one.
What a turd.