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Track title- Tamboura by Carmella Baynie.
All proceeds from this project go to those working on the frontline of Covid 19 - the wonderful team at Medicin Sans Frontiers .
Sydney Shores. The 60’s afforded a kind of salty, earthy freedom. The era held a bright and calm presence . A warmth that promised a future of happy-go-lucky, sun-kissed, salt-drenched inhabitants. Always happy to welcome the Mediteranean ones to her golden sands. I was born into one of the many families who made the long journey from the Middle East, seeking a golden future for their children and their children’s children. Our little world of Maronite relatives, hailing from the northern mountains of Tripoli, close to Kahlil Gibran’s place of birth, high above the wide blue Mediteranean sea, where the ancient Cedar grew over Beirut, known as the Paris of it’s time. Here in the bosom of my blood, where emotions were fully expressed through the raw and passionate beauty of the language , abundantly sized pots of exotic goodness, forever boiling and bubbling over in anticipation of so many mouths to feed, food was a religion unto itself. And music. Music, the presiding form of cultural exchange. The great leveller. Self expression amongst this tribe was wild and beautiful . Gathering at Grandma Alma and Grandpa Anthony’s rustic rural on a Sunday morning ....new and unknown relatives arriving from war-torn Beirut, with stories of hope and horror, new cousins to meet and great Aunties rambling in Arabic, words you didn’t understand but somehow you could glean it’s meaning by mood and tone. Grandfather chanted prayers of hope and gratitude in Aramaic and would teach us the Arabic alphabet in sing-song style. Days and nights around the pianola with countless community. Shlept between the modern and the Maronite churches, where I would relish the rich and guttural tones of Grandfather and friends singing together in Aramaic. The warmth of the voices of man, calling out to heaven has a certain ring..I soaked up the sounds of their devoted hearts that rose up through the steeples like a band of Gypsy angels in the fire of unearthly love.
Alma Baynie’s Stuffed Marrows
• 2kg of medium sized marrows
* 1 cup of short grain rice
• 2 tomatoes, finely chopped
• 1 small onion chopped finely
• parsley 1 cup chopped finely
• 10 mint leaves, finely chopped
• ½ tsp of allspice
• 100 grams pine nuts toasted
• 60ml olive oil
• 1 lemon juiced
• Salt & pepper to taste
* 1kg tomatoes or about 5
• 1 onion cut into thick ring
• 1 tablespoon tomato paste in 1 cup of water
• ¼ cup of olive oil
• Salt & pepper
• 10 mint leaves
• 5-8 garlic cloves
• Juice of 1 lemon
Trim the ends of the marrow and carve out the pulp. Don’t break the marrow. Mix rice, tomatoes, onions, herbs, pine nuts, olive oil and seasonings and stuff to about three-quarters full. Add olive oil to a pan and then layer with the tomato and onion, place the stuffed marrows in layers over tomato & onions. Add tomato paste mixture and salt. Cover with water. Bring it to a boil on the stove to low. Let it cook as a simmer for a little under 1 hr. Shmush the garlic, mint and a thick paste is made. Then throw in the lemon juice. Add this to the pot at about 1/2 hr. Simmer a little while longer….
This project was birthed around the kitchen table with guitars, food and friendship. Bush Fires raged on one side, floods on
another and an international pandemic loomed closer. And we sang…and made music...and cooked food… and… unearthed ideas for a project combining
recipes...music and cyber collaboration....more