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Sunday Kibbeh on a Street in the Chouf
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A street that cooks together
In a village in the Chouf mountains, five families have pounded kibbeh on the same stretch of road every Sunday for as long as anyone remembers. Aina spent two Sundays there with a recorder, catching the rhythm of the mortars, the grandmothers correcting the grandsons, and a bulgur dispute now in its third decade.
- Why kibbeh is made collectively and what happens if you try it alone
- The stone mortar, the wooden pestle and who owns both
- Meat, onion, bulgur and the three family ratios
- How Dearborn and Sydney join the Sunday by video call
- What the youngest cook, aged nine, has decided to change
Recorded in May. The village asked not to be named.
Transcript
Welcome back to Salt, Smoke and Grandmothers, I am Aina Rosli. This episode begins with a sound: a stone mortar on a Sunday morning in a village in the Chouf mountains of Lebanon. Five families have made kibbeh together on the same stretch of street for longer than anyone can date, and they still do, every week, with grandchildren in Dearborn and Sydney watching on a phone propped against a bowl. I spent two Sundays there, pounding when I was allowed to, listening when I was not. We get into why kibbeh has to be made by a crowd, who owns the mortar and what that means, and a disagreement about bulgur that has lasted thirty years and shows no sign of ending. It is loud, it is generous, and nobody leaves hungry. You are listening on Witspeak Podcasts.
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