inevitable disaster

Biscuits sound so innocuous, don't they? Not like making cake. Making cake sounds loads more complicated. Or bread. Or even a proper meal with all major food groups appropriately represented.

You may have thought I was joking about the plastic on the frozen pizza. I wasn't. Maybe that was a hint to leave the whole area of cookery well enough alone. But:

Sherlock: JOHN. JOHN. JOHN. BISCUITS.
Me: ...It's five in the morning. Go back to bed.
Sherlock: BISCUITS. I FOUND A RECIPE, JOHN.
Me: Why did anyone think it was a good idea to teach you to read?

All right, I didn't say that last part.

But, several hours later, I was actually awake, and Mycroft was off with his maths tutor, Ms P, and Sherlock and I were on our own, and he had found a recipe...

Sherlock: I don't think flour is the same as self-raising flour.
Me: They're both flour. We haven't got self-raising, and I'm not going to the shops in this.
This: *continues to bucket down*
Me: It says rub the butter in with your fingertips.
Sherlock: I'll do it! No, I can do it myself!
Half the flour: *ends up on the floor*

You can picture him standing on the counter in bare feet and periodic table pyjamas, bent over that mixing bowl like Dr Frankenstein over his creature. Phobos and Deimos joined us. They cleaned up the flour quite handily. By rolling in it. We now have ghost dogs.

Anyhow, here's the recipe. Chocolate Ginger Nuts. Hope you have better luck than we did. In the end, we gave up and ate the chocolate bits. Perhaps Mrs Hudson can advise us when she gets back.