MY STORY

Our community is made up of people from many different cultural backgrounds. Read some of their stories here and share yours with us by emailing admin@esperancecommunityarts.org.au .We’d love to hear from you!

Luc Lemary interview by Aly Jennings

Interview to Luc Lemary about growing up in Madagascar. Click HERE to listen. Don’t miss Aly Jennings program “Afrobeats” every Saturday at 1pm in 103.9 Hope FM.

Mario Abram
My story begins in Italy, Dad being born in the Alps near the Swiss border and Mum from the mountains outside of Bergamo near Milan.
To say they were ‘peasants’ would be correct, but ‘peasant food’ is the best so it was fine by me and all I knew.
You always eat better in a village anyway.
In fact Mums village had about 100 inhabitants (95% of them related) and only got electricity at night time after the Second World War.
Peasants indeed.
Food in Italy is life, (after soccer of course) and something (like soccer) that they talk about constantly.
I’ve been to Italy many times, and as far as I can see it seems Italians need to be putting something in their stomach (food or coffee) every fifteen minutes.
It’s as if they are terrified of malnutrition and completely focused on keeping it at bay.
If they’re not eating food they are talking about it, and they talk about it like a long lost love.
Food in Italy is also very regional.
A town 100kms away will cook different stuff from your town, or, even worse, cook the same stuff differently.
Heaven forbid!!
Suffice to say that your town cooks stuff a lot better than the town 100kms away, and you’re more than willing to tell this ‘fact’ to anyone who’ll listen.
Dad’s region (Valtellina) is famous for a meal called Pizzocheri.
If you’re trying to lose weight, this is NOT the meal for you.
Buckwheat pasta, potato, three different cheeses to mention just a few ingredients.
Heaven.
Mum’s region is famous for two dishes, Risotto & Polenta.
Risotto con Pollo e Funghi (chicken & mushroom) has always been a personal favourite, but then again so has polenta.
Tbh I couldn’t eloquently describe what polenta is, other than to say it’s corn wheat based and delicious.
A perfect example of ‘peasant food’.
Cheap to make, filling, lasts, and can be had several ways.
Mum used to regularly go back to her childhood and have cold polenta with milk, something she would have during the war.
Dad used to cut it into chips and fry it up.
Us kids used to scrape the crusty ‘shell’ that remained in the padella (bowl).
Polenta Taragna is another meal to stay away from if you’re precious about your physique.
Polenta with a metric tonne of cheese in the middle.
Polenta & Osso Bucco was a favourite with Dad, in particular sucking the marrow out of the bone at the end of the meal.
I thought he was an absolute heathen.
I was never a huge fan of the meat, but the sauce was amazing.
In fact when Mum and Nonna first arrived in Kalgoorlie, (Nonno had arrived before the war and was kept in a prisoner of war camp near Harvey) butchers were selling Osso Bucco meat in the pet food section and couldn’t believe that people (Italians) were buying it for themselves to eat.
They soon realised what was going on and took it out of the pet food section and put the price up.
Speaking of Nonna.
Ask any Italian who the best cook in the family is and, if Mums not around, I can almost guarantee they will say Nonna.
Personally my Nonna always, ALWAYS wore an apron.
The only time I can remember her without an apron on is in church.
She was an amazing cook and pretty much lived in the kitchen.
The family story goes that when Mum got engaged, Nonna finally ‘let her in the kitchen’ and taught her how to cook.
I also remember that lunches at Nonna’s were a treat.
Lollies as you walked in, Nonno letting us have vino & lemonade, and lollies as you walked out.
️ Memories
In fact the only drama we ever had at lunch at Nonna’s was fitting in the second helping.
When you’d finished serve 1, Nonna would ask if you’d like more.
To not upset her, you would always say yes, but then Nonna would make the second serving as big as the first.
Not fair Nonna!!
I wish I’d learnt how to cook off Mum, but growing up it was like living in an Italian restaurant so, ‘why do I need to know’?
More fool me.
If I’m 100% honest, it was like living in an Italian restaurant where the chef was also kind enough to do my washing and pretty much everything else for me, and keep the house clean.
Lucky boy.
** My Top Five Meals **
1-Pizzocheri- sorry, but I can’t even really explain it.It’s simply exceptional.
2-Rizzi e Pizzi -slang (dialect) for Rice and Peas.
This was another personal favourite.
Along with the rice and peas were potato, bacon and sage ‘crisped’ in butter.
If you’ve never had ‘crispy sage’ cooked in an olympic sized pool of butter, you haven’t lived.
‘Crispy Sage’ is my spiritual nirvana.
3-Cotoletta -crumbed veal tenderised almost beyond recognition.
I used to stab it all over with a fork, drizzle lemon juice over it and cover it with salt, much to Mums disgust.
4-Risotto can Pollo e Funghi.
Mum cooked this with Saffron, making the rice yellow.
5-Gnocchi- The ‘fluffier & lighter’ the better, with a tomato sauce.
Gnocchi had the amazing ability of being in your bowl and looking like there wasn’t enough while actually being way too much.
CRISPY SAGE- gallons of butter, cooked until nearly burnt.
Chuck in Sage (stem and all), ‘blanche’ (for lack of a better term) take it out quickly.
P.S. Please don’t take my cooking instructions as gospel, I wasn’t a good listener, I was a good eater.
Mario
Thuriyya Ibrahim - Interview in The Weekender about Ramadam

  1. Could you please tell Esperance Weekender readers what Ramadan is and what it means to you?
  2. How do you usually celebrate the feast, what is your celebration plan this year, and what do you feel about it?
  3. What is it like to finish the fasting month and celebrate its end?
  4. What is it like to wear Hijab in a small community like Esperance, where Hijab is not commonly seen? 

Eid Mubarak (Greeting used for the end of Ramadan – Blessed Feast) – Ramadan 2022

Ramadan is a time of fasting observed by the Muslim community during the ninth month of the Islamic lunar calendar and begins and ends with the sighting of the moon. This means no food or drink is taken from sunrise to sunset and people are encouraged to join in nightly prayers at the mosque (Tarawih). It is also a time to consider others by giving charity, inviting someone to break the fast with you, or to give away food to others. I think of this as a special time for spiritual mindfulness and creating time away from normal life.

The end of Ramadan is celebrated the day after the new moon is sighted and is called Eid ul Fitr, the ‘Feast of Breaking the Fast.’ To greet someone on Eid Day you would say ‘Eid Mubarak’ meaning ‘Blessed Feast,’ but also taken as happy Eid Day.

It is tradition for the Muslim community to come together in the mosque or in an open space for Eid Day prayers. Sharing of food is very much a part of the celebrations with older people staying at home and younger people and families visiting different people during the next few days and taking specially prepared treats. While I will enjoy celebrating Eid with an early morning at Cape Le Grande and then catching up with friends, I also miss being part of community celebrations with other Muslims.

      There are so many good things that happen during Ramadan, and even though Eid Day is eagerly anticipated and a time of great celebration, I also miss the space it creates in a life that soon gets busy with other things.

Wearing hijab is a part of who I am, and I feel is mostly accepted in this community. It is good to live in a society where women rightfully have a choice about what they wear, no matter how they choose to live their life. That is why embracing diversity in a community is so important, as it gives everyone a voice and helps us to consider other people’s experiences, and what is meaningful for them.

Gislaine Cristina Bueno Smania

I am an only child, mother, wife, and a graduate in labor law.

I started my professional life at the age of twelve working as a nanny for one year. At thirteen years of age, I went to work in a clothing factory, where I worked for six years, going through various sections. The experience that affected me the most was Human Resources, and this is the reason for which, years later, I became a labor lawyer.

A tradition that I love in my country is Christmas, because it is a big country, and the Christmas customs sometimes vary according to the different regions. Christmas is always the most special time of the year, for me, my family gets together, we buy gifts for each other, watch traditional Christmas movies, and of course satisfy that craving for traditional dishes that we only eat at that time. For us Brazilians, the greatest tradition in terms of Christmas dishes is the Christmas turkey! The other traditions are based on other Christmas traditions around the world: decorations, turkey, lights, etc.

I don’t miss this tradition even though I live in another country, because my family and I decided not to give up on this date together, regardless of where we are living. We get together for this date, which is not very easy, having moved fifteen times, as my husband is an engineer in a multinational company. I do miss my children very much and my mother, mother-in-law, and my grandmother.

I am not surprised by the amount of change as this has allowed us to get to know the country, cities, and special people, because in every corner we have passed, we have lived beautiful stories. Including the current one in Esperance, a quiet town, with the most beautiful sky I’ve ever seen. In life there are wonderful beaches, but in winter it is very cold (we Brazilians are from the southeast and we are not used to the cold. I have been missing the heat of Brazil a little). Other than that, the town is welcoming, with very attentive people.

Speaking of welcoming, because I don’t speak much of the English language, I have found people who are helping me learn language and crafts, and the love that volunteering represents in this town. This has contributed a lot to my adaptation in a country so different from mine. Language is the biggest challenge for me as I would like to be more involved in community life.

Finally, I have to thank God first for every opportunity presented, and my husband and children for always being united, even if sometimes separated by an ocean.

Gislaine Cristina Bueno Smania is Brazilian and wrote this text in her original lamguage, Portuguese.

Jimena Ramon Montemayor - Dia de Muertos

Although many people believe it is just “the Mexican Halloween”, Día de Muertos (Day of the Dead) is actually a three-day festivity to celebrate that a portal between our world and the spirit world is open, allowing our loved ones who have passed to come back to Earthside to spend time with us.

It is my favorite celebration in Mexico and it is not only because of the floral displays and the typical food that is prepared during this season, but because it is a unique and colourful celebration of life.

In my region, Yucatan, Day of the Dead is called Hanal Pixan (pronounced ha-nawl peesh-awn) and translated to “Food for the souls” in the Mayan language. It is celebrated from the 31st of October to the 2nd of November. The first night honours the children who have passed, November 1st honours adults, while the last day is dedicated to everyone who has passed.

There are a few differences in the altars that are prepared for this festival, depending on the state and the day, but they are all filled with the favorite foods of the loved ones they are dedicated to, symbolic items, candles and many flowers, especially the beautiful, yellow, vibrant Cempasuchil (Mexican marigold) which helps guide the spirits to the altars. To celebrate we often eat pan de muerto (bread of the dead) which is a bread infused with orange zest and covered with sugar; mucbipollo, a delicious dish of chicken meat in crispy corn dough, wrapped in banana leaf and buried for hours to cook; xec, a spicy fruit salad and many other delicacies.

If you find this celebration meaningful, you could create an altar for your loved ones at home. There is no better tribute for those that are gone, that to celebrate their life, honour them, and continue living.