You do not talk about Gluttony Club.
Actually we do talk about it. But let’s start at the beginning. In late 2000 one of my closest real friends at school1 suggested celebrating New Year’s Eve together with a few friends and – if applicable – their partners. So we went grocery shopping together, met up at his parents’ place, invaded the basement and had a traditional German New Year’s Eve Dinner.
Around midnight all of us gathered outside to kick off the New Year with a glass of sparkling wine.2
We had a great deal of fun, so we decided to repeat this the following year and a tradition was born. The group grew and changed a little3, I opted out one year to go to Edinburgh.
Apart from those minor disruptions the core group basically remained the same.
After a few years of preparing dinner together, one of us suggested changing the setup a little.4
So for the next year we decided to split up, assign the courses (starters, salad, main course, dessert) to the participants and try to keep the actual food a surprise until the very last moment, where possible.5.
It was a raging success, so the updated tradition went on and expanded. Until at one point we were pretty much continuously serving and preparing new courses in one night, starting at 7pm and having dessert at about 3am.
Routine and different choices of food formed the whole process to the point where we’d usually start at about 7pm, having the main course around 11pm and dessert after midnight.
The following day we would meet again, finish cleaning up and having breakfast together, often with the parents whose house we’d invaded that year.
Our annual dinner is probably the one fixed date I look forward the most every year and the one date the whole group can be together without too much of a hassle, since everyone of us usually returns to their home for Christmas and New Year’s, even though some have moved between 150 and 450 miles away.
Next This year will probably be the first time we will not celebrate at someone’s parents’ place, but maybe in the house one of us bought about 450 miles away. We will see. I’m already looking forward to it.
And to finish this nostalgic post with
a little bit a load of deliciousness, here are a few impressions from this year’s gluttony.
Happy New Year!
- it was our final year [↩]
- well, one of us missed it by a minute, deciding he needed to pee at 23:58 [↩]
- due to changing relationships and in one case someone dropping off the radar and not even replying to mails or text messages anymore [↩]
- we ran out of ideas after having fondue, raclette, burritos and a different kind of fondue [↩]
- You DO NOT talk about Gluttony Club. This was made easier by having a lot of people being open-minded as to food. Well, baring one very special case, but that is another story [↩]