Now you're wondering how junts Finnish food is. You can imagine the fox truckman to swallow mustard in the cold about a few days ago on HK's blue gone. Finally, this 117 kilogram of sheep crosses his luck with "aah, make a bet" and flushes the whole unspeakable buggy with warm calf. SIIS HYI VITTU!
And then the life spas (rats) who cook pasta every day in the kettle and spice up the whole horror with the terrible mixture of salt so that it has some taste (that is, salt). From the sick I say. Hardly, it's a hell of a hell of a hawking thing about the sheepdog that the sheep are pulling out, even though they eat what they can afford, or the macaroni, the king of the roach.
So the Finnish kitchen is quite straightforward, just eating food. Some fucking pork chops and meat jellies fried in a fucking loaf, and Karelian pie - all the same mug blossom in the same fucking rabbit forest I would not feed even to the pigs. In addition, the only spice that is known in this country is salt, and it is also put so vitally on food that the blood vessels will certainly clog.
For the final bonus,
Mix with each other and warm in the oven. Serve your fellow juniors while watching the Unknown Soldier.
So you're VITTU.