A Finnish Kitchen
The smell of freshly baked pulla still takes me back to my grandmother's kitchen in rural Finland. I didn't learn to cook from a cookbook or a class — I learned by watching. By being in the room while something good was being made. Those early memories of baking and long dinners around the family table are what this blog grew out of.
Cooking As Care
When I was fifteen, my father needed a heart transplant. Cooking became the one practical thing I could do — chopping vegetables, making jauhelihakeitto, keeping things running at home. That's when I realised food isn't just fuel. It's how you show up for the people you love.
There's something meditative about a pot on the stove. It gave me somewhere to put my hands while everything else felt uncertain.
Finding My Way Back Home
I ran a photography business from 2017 to 2022 — work that taught me a lot about light, composition, and how to tell a story visually. Then in 2022 I moved to Ireland, and found myself quietly longing for the food I'd grown up with.
Finnish food isn't flashy. It's hearty, honest, comforting. And I noticed there weren't many authentic Finnish recipes available in English. So I started writing them down.
What You'll Find Here
Mostly Finnish recipes — the kind that actually fill Finnish tables, not the kind dressed up for a food magazine. But also Irish food I've fallen for since moving here, and whatever else I've been cooking lately. Sometimes a story from life in Ireland. The occasional detour.
I'm not interested in fussy plating or trends. I want to share the food that matters to me — and hopefully to you too.