thaumaturgist

I remember many moons ago, my parents would throw semi formal dinner parties; colleagues and bosses would be invited, there'd be a frenzy in the kitchen preparing multiple course dinners.  A fews days previous to the party there would be discussions about the menu, and the day itself would be marked partly by excitement and partly by panic.  We'd help clean the house, mostly by shoving all the junk under the bed or in the cupboards unreachable to any young children accompanying the adult. Adorned in our best clothes we would spritz on some mom's imported perfumes, ready to greet our guests at the door when the bell rang.  I distinctly remember looking forward to these parties, especially as the prized China would come out of the vitrine, the choicest matching cutlery too,  the "special occasions only" stuff. And there would be a feast. One famous appetizer, a 'go to',  was my mom's Pot kebabs, an Anglicised version of the original turkish keb

I have arrived late to the party, it is not my usual style, most of the time I am too early, but this one time do forgive me. I (and by extension my husband) started watching Game of Thrones last month, March to be precise. Many factors contributed to my shaking off this inaction regarding the widely watched and wildly loved series, namely: boredom with Netflix, knowing that the series was coming to an end and feeling left out from the frenzy, wanting to know what all the hoopla about Jon Snow was about ... etc. etc. And unlike many of the people I know, we are actually spending the money and watching the show legally on Amazon Prime Video. In the meanwhile, we also started watching another series called Mozart in the Jungle, a story about a whimsical music conductor and the musicians of  the fictional New York Symphony. We were casually watching MITJ in between episodes of GoT to take a break from the intensity of that show, till one day I realised that it was just the other way ro