My Alarm goes off in my double brick, sub-freezing share-house room in Melbourne
It’s 7 AM, the double brick room I’m in keeps me cold in winter and roasts me like a conventional oven during the summer
These mornings, however, you can’t wipe the smile off my face
Today is the day, the one you wait all year for
No, I’m not talking about Christmas, or easter, even my birthday
I’m talking about Salami Day, A family tradition that’s older than me
For the last two years, My brother & I have become part of the sacred family pass-time of making Salami
Like an exclusive club, you need to know someone on the inside to gain admission to this prestigious day
fortunately, being Italian, Family, and a day surrounding food, this invitation proved quite easy
Salami Day, as well as Sauce Day, is a long-standing tradition of our family & many Italian families both in Australia & back in the homeland
Ours started in Mildura, Victoria many decades earlier
My Nonno, & 3 in-laws & cousins would take the 10-hour commute up to Mildura from Melbourne
A four-day affair spanning from Thursday to Sunday
Everything from selecting the right Pig for the job on Thursday to calling in the butcher on Friday
Mixing the secret herbs & spices on Saturday & finally finishing the job on Sunday
All with the singular purpose of making Salami with each other that would last the next year
A marathon of human effort
The stories from these original weekends are folklore in our family
My Nonno would provide the steaks, 4 per person, per day
As well as two liters of red wine to lubricate the manual labor
They would all laugh, cook steaks, drink wine on repeat
Occasionally coming inside to sleep
After the hard work had concluded each day, the cigars would come out as a celebration
Humble beginnings one of our families best traditions
Fortunately,
Thanks to modern advancements in technology
The modernised version of Salami Day in 2024 is less labor-intensive
My brother & I usually make the slightly shortened 30-minute commute to our cousin’s house in Rowville on a Saturday in August
An honest 20-30-strong workforce tasked with creating the family supply for the next 12 months
A multi-generational day with Kids, teenagers, neighbors, Parents, Nonna’s, Nonno’s & in-laws
Thankfully for us, most of the hard work has already been completed by the time we arrive
Everything has been mixed, and put in each respective families tub
We usually get called in to help with the final part, the filling & hanging of the Salami’s
Similar to sauce at my Nonna & Nonno’s house, the day usually starts with a glass of red wine before 9 am
I’m certain there is an origin story behind why this happens
Maybe it makes the workers more productive on the salami production line
Whatever it is, I’ve never seen the formula not work
I usually spend the first two hours doing two things,
Firstly, tying the string on the salami to identify which family it belongs too at the end of the process
Secondly, laughing, catching up & telling stories with all my cousins until my ribs hurt
After the early morning session and a few glasses of red wine
All attendees break for a small morning tea (Enough food to feed 50 people) & after more wine is poured, we go back in for the mid-morning session
Which, in fairness is more of the same
More laughing, singing, salami labor & catching up with family
The final stop in the salami process is hanging them from the roof where they’ll remain for the next 4-5 weeks curing
When lunchtime hits, the BBQ is ignited, the ribs are put on & the Nonna’s summon us for a feast
In quantities that would rival a multinational corporation having a function
To finish the day, the 24-cup Bialetti is put on, coffee & tea are distributed and you spend the rest of the afternoon all enjoying each other’s company
You leave those days with a smile you couldn’t wipe off your face for days & counting down the days until you can do it all again
“La vita ha più senso quando condividiamo tradizioni con chi amiamo.”
Life has more meaning when we share traditions with those we love.
Italians like almost every culture have family traditions engrained in their lives
They come in so many shapes & sizes, but often food plays an integral role in them
Growing up around these traditions showed me how much I enjoyed spending time with the people you most love
& coming together to achieve something together
It has always been such a special part of who I am & a part of the life I want to have in the future
There is something about a shared objective & coming together to achieve that objective that is unbeatable
All the excitement leading up to it, the planning & sometimes the sacrifice people have to make to allow it to happen
For that day, week, or weekend, everyone is enjoying the thing you’ve all planned together
You sit there, no phones, chatting, laughing & enjoying this one thing you’ve all made the effort of attending
Sauce Day & Salami Day are great food examples, because even after the day you get to enjoy the rewards of your hard work
But most activities with a shared purpose are great examples too
If you can make it centered around an activity or some kind of shared objective, the greater the outcomes will be
The thing about traditions though, is if you never start them, they never exist
And for the most part, the early days of these newfound traditions will be humble
It might be just & a friend for the first few installments
But those are the foundations of any great tradition
The original Salami Day in Mildura had only 4 people coming along, now between Salami & Sauce Day,
There are over 30-40 annual attendees
After thinking about this a few months earlier
I decided I wanted to create two new traditions with my friends
The first one i called the Mates AGM (Annual general meeting)
The premise is relatively simple
With a group of my best mates
Once a year for the next 50 or so years, have one annual trip away either internationally or domestically centered around an activity
It can be centered around things like Hiking, cooking, Fishing, Eating, or Surfing.
Anything that gets you up, outside & doing something altogether
It has to be something planned, where you have to travel & put some money aside for
The magic comes when you have to plan for it
As you get older, relationships can fizzle out if you don’t water them
People get busy, move away, get new jobs, families, etc
Having these traditions in place is a great way to keep in touch with these close friends
And to create your own memories that you can pass on to the next generation
This one will first be scheduled for next year when I’m back in Australia
The second one is Sauce Day
One of my favorite traditions growing up
It is a day to all come around, cut tomatoes, drink wine, share stories laughs & food altogether
A labor-intensive process made easier with all the additional hands that come around to assist
Once again, it ticks all the necessary boxes
You have to sacrifice time on your weekend, pay for your share of the tomatoes & do some planning for it
But the time you get to spend with these close friends will be priceless
In what world could sitting around with your friends, drinking wine, eating food & making homemade tomato passata be bad?
Traditions are meant to be unique, to the things you like doing & the people you want to spend the most time with
There’s something special about planning for a day & getting to enjoy it with friends & family
They also require effort from all parties, otherwise, they will fizzle away into non-existence
Italians who were making sauce, sauce & Salami in the early 1800’s would be thrilled their practices are still being passed down
Without this human effort & commitment, traditions don’t exist
Start small, start with you & your best friend, immediate family, or even a pet
Commit to doing something once a year that you both enjoy doing or even simpler gets you out and into the world
Keep completing it each year, trying to make it even better than the year before, invite other people in & watch your humble tradition grow
The best ones start small & compound over decades with more and more people that you love.
LB
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