Timo Soini
As a child, I often asked my mother in the morning, what food? We used to eat together when dad came home from work. The food was in the countries of five and everything that was put on the plate was eaten. The food was often what was on offer at Ahola’s convenience store; when chicken, liver, fish or meat. You could get a variety of minced meat. There had to be potatoes, because father was not a rice eater, and neither were many other people of that age.
The food was domestic. I don’t remember eating German steak or Australian lamb as a child. We rarely went out to eat, and when we did it felt like a party, Winerleike is still the unwavering favorite of my memories on the Boulevard. When you added cocis on the side, you felt heavenly.
When Finland joined the European Union, we still had approx. 35,000 dairy farms. There are a total of about 8,000 animal farms in modern Finland, and that includes everything; dairy farms, milking farms, hens, pigsties and fur farms. The change is startling and drastic. The amount of milk, meat and all other animal-derived food produced has not decreased. The size of the farm has increased drastically, and to that extent we have a different kind of country landscape. I’m looking for cow pearls all over Finland.
I have seen the living countryside, today’s people see on television when Viikki’s cows are let out to pasture. See the cow live is modern times. People love the countryside and animals. The series about knitters is super popular on Yle. I too watch it with great enthusiasm and admiration. The roots are deep in the soil of the motherland.
It matters what we eat. As a rule, I don’t like it when other people’s eating is moralized, but I would rather eat domestic food. Produced and grown in Finland. We will also get Finnish food in the future, as long as we respect the sides of the farmer and the producer. Every extinguished farm smoke in the countryside is a national economic, human, I would not say animal loss. When you buy Finnish food, you keep people and animals in “bread”.
Today I eat what my wife cooks or what I make myself. Cooking is nice. I learned that when I was older. Omelettes and rice and fish sticks from my student days are a thing of the past for me. Sister sausage soup is an absolute favorite when it comes to soup dishes and the formula is the same as in childhood. When sister sausages are on offer, I get two packages at once, like my mother used to from Ahola’s store, and a pot for the stove.
An empty plate and a good mood.
Source: hymy.fi
