At Last, My Finnish Cheese Mold Finds a Use
Several years ago, I spent some time in Finland, writing a story about a Finnish family and their summer food traditions. They had a cozy pine-scented house on an island in the Southern Finnish archipelago. A freestanding sauna lay a few hundred feet away, and below it, a small dock from which you could plunge your sauna-steamed body into the frigid Baltic Sea. They went mushroom- and berry-picking regularly and had giant crawfish feasts whenever they could.
They also made their own fresh cheese. To them it was as routine as blending a smoothie might be for us. Pia, the mother of the family, whipped it up one night in 20 minutes, and it was the first time I thought of cheese as something the average person could actually do.



