Nell: Now, today we’re celebrating Silvester in the traditional German way, apart from the fireworks.
Me: Did you know Germans call New Year’s Eve Silvester after Pope Silvester who died on 31st December 335?
Nell: I did not. I thought Herr Hoffmann was talking about a relative when he kept referring to Silvester.
Me: It is strange it’s called that, but also completely normal if you live in Germany.
Nell: Anyway, at some point today there will be iced doughnuts, also known as Berliners, filled with jam and enjoyed with a glass of Sekt.
Me: German sparkling wine.
Nell: The Cat has requested smoked salmon for lunch.
Me: With another glass of Sekt, no doubt.
Nell: Quite. After a brisk and invigorating walk we shall return home to lead pouring and a short nap in front of the fire before the festivities begin.
Me: I haven’t done any lead pouring for years. You melt it and pour it out to predict your future. Different shapes mean different things.
Nell: Dinner this evening is Raclette. A small electric grill allowing guests to cook tasty treats like bacon, steak and vegetables on the top.
Me: And a pan of crushed new potatoes covered with cheese and grilled underneath.
Nell: Exactly.
Me: It’s delicious and fun. Will there be dancing?
Nell: Do pugs fly? Gladys and the llamas have been practising all week.
Me: In Germany the sky explodes into fireworks everywhere and all the church bells start ringing at exactly midnight. It’s a huge celebration.
Nell: We might not have fireworks but I am sure we can manage a little bell ringing.
Me: I’m very excited about this, Nell. It reminds me of many happy times spent in Berlin with family and friends.
Nell: That was the idea.
Me: Of course. Sorry.
