“Look I love this” Antto said picking up the small leaf for me to observe. On the tip of his large Finnish index finger, the index finger attached to the frame of the respectably larger, boyishly manly chef, is a tiny leaf about the size a newborn baby’s finger nail. “Look, I love this: a baby birch leaf.” He says again. then with a big open mouthed smile, the little leaf on the finger is raised to his tongue. I see it disappear behind his smile to do the work it was born to. And the tasting commences and the smiles are internalized.