Gordon Ramsay credits Finnish food – as utterly disgusting, and talks about carrots and private parts…
By Hank W.
“Some unknown obnoxious limey floated into town peddling his favorite haggis recipes, but got a mouthful of yummy diaperfilling.”
That sums up Gordon Ramseys Helsinki visit. True to his style, the celebrated tv-chef (whatever happened to inebriated tv-chefs?*) ripped a few while visiting Chez Dominique and promoting his new cookbook. Now of course one is awestruck how can even such a renownedly rude twat from the country of boiled intestines say anything against the delicious karjalanpiirakka, let alone call it camel droppings, except when you look at the video. Or rather listen to it. After commenting on the dead lettuce there is a definite “crunch” so I am just shuddering thinking of a sat-in-cafeteria-cling-wrapped-two-days dried up shrivelled industrial exemplary. Yes, and while mämmi is known to be a very contradictive fare, I do wonder if Gordon Ramsays dentures came off after biting into the mummified Karelian pasty as his comment on the “squeaky cheese” leipäjuusto then does beg belief. I don’t much enjoy it with cloudberry as the seeds always get caught in the teeth, but otherwise it is a treat. The MTV3 “morning show” starts with some yabbering, (<= for the stupids: that is called a hyperlink), but the bit on Ramsay’s face when biting into mämmi is worth it. I’d half wished they had given him mustamakkara with lingonberries… and kalakukko of course. Have to explore all the obscure traditional fares with these visiting celebrities now we do. Or don’t we? Could’ve had someone a bit more snappy doing the interview though…
- Do you feed this to donkeys and horses?
- Present company excluded, usually no…
The real treat of the day though is from the Helsingin Sanomat. (<= hey, another hyperlink!) The short video on the page has the sugar at the bottom, Ramsay’s reaction to a question of him not being as attractive as Jamie Oliver is worth it. We can sense the great love for reporters, especially tv-reporters.
Oh well, the Ilta-rags of course extrapolate again on the “issue on Finnish food”. And then they wonder why we have such a low self-esteem. ” What do the foreigners think of us???” Oh who would give a damn? I’m sure that your man making a random visit, you know some generic chav talking of family values and his daughters tits in the same sentence would have washed the yucky taste of the Finnish food from his palate with some rotgut gin, glued his NHS dentures back on and be back sitting happily on the sofa in his carpeted livingroom with his shoes on munching a deep-fried Mars bar belching on the thought of fat Finns that resemble Shrek. So who cares? Of course Celebrity Chefs being of a different category alltogether – I bet you Gordon Ramsay is probably in a five star hotel somewhere preparing for another culinary assault on a nation. Poetical justice if he was in Stockholm getting some surströmming, which I would find immense gratification if they did make him eat that. Then again even the Swedes wouldn’t be that daft, now would they?
Meanwhile Chez Dominique’s chef/owner, Hans Välimäki has sighed in relief. He didn’t get chewed out on his reindeer and other “traditional” delicacies and probably got a few pointers on how to keep the two(!) Michelin Stars. Yes indeed, two – as a surprise to some, even here at the edge of the universe (in an almost-wine-producing-country) there are such restaurants. Not that I would ever go into one, I need to pay for my own, so I am more of an expert on the mummified pasties in the cafeterias. Cling-wrapped dead lettuce isn’t on my favorites list anyway. I am more surprised I recognized who the heck Gordon Ramsay was, I didn’t think I was that much of an old lady as I adamantly *hate* Finnish tv-cooks, but somehow the Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmares (the original UK version) got me hooked. My favorite ever was the family pub with the cook named Lenin, the poor lad. But otherwise I do watch very little cooking shows, though if I happen to stumble upon Keith Floyd, I tend to watch on. I think one of his more interesting ones was the experience on cooking on a train whistling through France. Now I wonder if they had the crew on the roof and the camera on a dolly as that was one of the most “efficient kitchens” I’ve seen. (Just noticed I publicly admit to watching two cooking shows, maybe I should start quilting. “Iron Chef” doesn’t really count as a cooking show does it???) Ooops…
*Wonder if Floyd ever does Finland, will he be more pickled than the herring?

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