THE WINNERS: Malith, Vinny, Ragz, Krishna and Vuos.
Seddon Cricket Club Multicultural Day
One of the big upsides of working for the MMP group that publishes the Maribyrnong Weekly and associated mastheads across Melbpourne’s west is that Consider The Sauce gets inside running on events and stories that may otherwise pass us by.
So it was that, while editing some sports briefs, I came across, at the end business of the very final item, mention of the Seddon Cricket Club’s multicultural day, a festival of cricket and the club’s varied community also being used to officially launch revamped clubrooms.
Some quick online sleuthing puts me in touch with club assistant secretary Matthew, who tells me he is well aware of CTS, thinks it “excellent” and that I am most welcome to join the party.
Andrea, a.k.a wife of senior coach Tim, does good work as official photographer but her kiddie-ride efforts are less well appreciated.
The running sheet he sends me includes the following:
“8pm: ‘Foods of the World’ Dinner supplied by club members includes Chick pea Curry, Lamb Vindaloo, Saag Paneer (Indian), Sri Lankan Curry (Sri Lanka) Minced pork and eggplant (Vietnamese), Bratwurst and Sauerkraut (German), Lasagne (Italian), Moussaka (Greek) and Tacos (Mexican).”
I joke that all I have to do is throw in a few adjectives and my story will be done!
On the sunny afternoon I turn up halfway through the final of the 15-over final of the Australia Day tournament, in which the Asians beat the Anzacs.
I raise a few laughs when I ask some of the winners (top photograph) which team they played for.
I enjoy talking with club president Jason, treasurer Jamie, secretary Rolf, Jason’s mum Joan and many other club stalwarts, both young and old.
It’s sublimely delightful to discover just how seriously and with just how much heart the club has embraced this multicultural thing, with a wide swathe of the planet represented among the ranks and including westies both old-school and new-school.
The racket in the clubrooms increases in volume as the beer supplies decrease.
Some sharp-witted and sometimes rowdy speechifying ends with Joan cutting the ribbon to declare the club’s swish new home truly open for business.
Then it’s time for the food, which has been set out on a long trestle table.
There seems to be heaps and heaps of it.
But a robust appetite has been acquired by the on-hand hordes and it all goes quickly and happily.
I have a plate of red kidney bean curry, minced pork and eggplant, and “New Delhi” chick pea curry.
They are so very good – and confirm what I already know: That food served at such wonderful community events, cooked with love in your ordinary family home kitchens, just can’t be beat.
I leave my car at Yarraville Gardens and walk home.
Thanks for having me!