He wasn't joking about the breakfast in bed. I woke up to tea and eggs benedict, all made from scratch.
Me: You can make hollandaise sauce?
L: Where did you think it came from?
Me: A jar at the supermarket?
Although honestly, I'm not sure I've ever seen it at the supermarket, and I know I've never had it at home. It was excellent, of course, much better than when I've had it in restaurants, and presented on a tray with a rose and everything. I was very impressed. (That sounds flippant when I read it over, but I really was. Am still. Not used to that sort of thing.)
This is the mill:
Me: You can make hollandaise sauce?
L: Where did you think it came from?
Me: A jar at the supermarket?
Although honestly, I'm not sure I've ever seen it at the supermarket, and I know I've never had it at home. It was excellent, of course, much better than when I've had it in restaurants, and presented on a tray with a rose and everything. I was very impressed. (That sounds flippant when I read it over, but I really was. Am still. Not used to that sort of thing.)
This is the mill:
We've been out walking most of the afternoon. It's chilly and quiet and peaceful. The only thing you hear is the water and the wind.
140 comments:
That is beautiful.
(The picture, too. :))
Hollandaise sauce is...well, it's about the easiest sauce in the world to make!
I can't believe how nice it is around here. Much nicer with you, though. And just chilly enough to necessitate plenty of hugs during walks :)
Still a mystery to me!
Mmhmm. And insertion of my hand into your back pocket.
I'd teach you how to make it...but then I'd have no way to thank you when you do things like this. Man's got to have some secrets up his sleeve!
Your hand is most welcome in my back pocket. Nice not worrying or caring about anyone seeing or judging us, either. Very relaxing. Sort of nicer, for being cold and deserted, really. Wouldn't be as good full of tourists.
I adore walking on brisk days and knowing I can go home to a nice warm home and have apples and hot chocolate and a good book waiting for me. Of course, there's something to be said for having a gorgeous man to go home with as well!
Glad you're enjoying every minute of your time together!
ps - Lestrade, I seem to remember you threatening Danger with some Aussiebums - did they end up in your bags, or have you not yet bought them?
Odd that you should mention Aussiebums, Innie. Have you been plotting with Danger or something??
Essentially, the Doc has managed to engineer it so I'm completely unprepared for Valentine's in any way, whereas he's got everything completely planned out and is being stunningly romantic, with no way for me to respond!
It wouldn't be a surprise otherwise!
Still not fair!
Do you like lemon meringue pie?
Love it. :)
Oh, L, if I were plotting with Danger, you'd be solving crimes and cooking meals and loving three extraordinary boys and . . . wait, I wouldn't change a thing about you. Guess I am plotting with Danger! (Though, ahem, it would be easier if you'd all just come to New York!)
I just ask because he's the one who's been doing the underwear shopping for me... (well, he is the expert, being the ex-model, I suppose!)
Danger - that's very convenient of you, as this morning's breakfast has left me with some egg whites and lemons, which naturally suggests LMP, to me.
We don't really have to go home tomorrow, right?
You could call work and tell them you're off being a secret agent...
undercover work? ;) getting in deep... pumping contacts for information?
You really don't know how tempting that is.
Working hard all night long, that sort of thing.
Oh, I think I have a fair idea.
Times like this do make me want to retire.
Which would probably be a bad idea in the end. But still...
Shall we try and get somewhere with the boys at Easter?
You'd be bored stiff within a week.
Yeah, that'd be nice. When's your race again? Not conveniently over Mycroft's holiday I suppose?
Mmm. stiff. I know, I just...well, yeah, you're right. I would be.
Provisional dates are 28th May - 8th June. So the second week would be Mycroft's half term. But those are only provisional, they haven't confirmed yet.
And every time you call it 'my' race I think I've forgotten I've done something silly like enter a marathon or something!
You do seem to have a talent for getting a firm grasp of the situation. You know, for taking hold of a problem and not letting go until it's resolved. Useful skill, that.
Now there's an idea...
where's an idea...
with no way for me to respond!
Oh, I don't know, Lestrade. You cooked John dinner, and breakfast, and you're making supper, you've been his personal body warmer when he slipped his hand into your back pocket (and dear god, I hope that wasn't a euphemism), and I'm pretty sure you've been quite... demonstrative in your appreciation. So I don't think you need to worry too much about not having had time to prepare a big Valentine's day for John.
John - the whole weekend sounds blissful, what a wonderful thing to have done :-)
L - the London Marathon!
Nameless - it was not a euphemism! And you're right, he's lovely and doesn't need to worry at all.
when he slipped his hand into your back pocket (and dear god, I hope that wasn't a euphemism)
Ha! Not this time ;)
But I will need to buy him something in return for my really...stunningly hot pink boxers. I do.
The marathon?? I nearly died running 5 mils the other day, let alone the other 21!
They suit you. And go surprisingly well with the glasses.
I could do it though, maybe.
You are...a very odd man, with very odd tastes. But as they include grey DIs in hot pink pants and reading glasses...who am I to complain?
Right, well if you did it, I couldn't not do it, because you'd be some sort of sculpted God - moreso than you are already - and I'd still be an unfit blob. Or...even if I didn't do it, I'd still train with you. Or something.
You are...a very odd man
Ha, you're just getting this now? But I think the internet would agree with me that you look good in nearly anything.
I'd love it if you'd train with me. :) It's in April...hm. That's soon.
Thankfully the internet will never see me in pink aussiebums and glasses. Or at least, not knowingly.
I don't know how it works, but I think you have to apply quite a long way in advance. It's always over-subscribed. Maybe you should sign up for a half marathon first anyway. Or something like that. Or you might just kill me.
That's probably a better idea, yeah. I don't want to kill either of us.
Oh and speaking of killing, I have the first physio appointment Wednesday.
Don't kill either of us, don't let the physio kill you, don't kill your physio.
I don't want you to be a suspect again. Another DI might try to arrest you. Then I'd get all protective. It would be a messy circle of death and mayhem. Sherlock would love it.
Do I need to...do anything? Come with you? Drop you off? Collect you? Cook you dinner that night? Anything?
What sort of mill is it? It isn't a windmill. And what's eggs benedict can I have some AND lemon meringue pie.
Mummy and I went to see Mycroft today and we DID play frisbee in the park with the dogs and Anthea and had cake and milkshake.
Be prepared for Join to be one hurting, cranky cowpoke. That's what you'll need to do, Greg.
Happy Valentines!
Bronwyn
Greg, John - Both of you are lovely and adorable together. I know that I say that frequently, but it's true.
Sherlock - It sounds like you had a wonderful time with your Mum and Mycroft this weekend!
~A from NW
L - yeah, pretty much what Bronwyn said, although I deny poking any cows.
Sherlock - Cake AND milkshake? Wow, lucky you! I'm glad you got to see Mycroft. Did your mum enjoy the frisbee?
She didn't play much she mainly talked to Anthea but she did a bit and it was fun but she says I have to go to bed at 9pm! And I've told her I DON'T but she says it's school and that's not fair! But Mycroft said he'd come flying next time because I told him it was brilliant and he should.
Hey, Sherlock, be good for your Mum. If you don't want to go to sleep then just have some calm-down time, yeah? Play with the goos quietly, or read in bed.
Mycroft should definitely come with us next time.
And I think this is an old textiles mill. We'll tell you about it when we're home tomorrow, okay, kiddo?
If she says you do, then you do. Good night, love, we'll see you tomorrow.
Danger - right. You can poke your Lestallion and leave the cows alone ;) and be as cranky as you want. Just...tell me what to do.
THAT'S NOT FAIR
Sherlock, calm down. Maybe ask your Mum if she'll tell you a story?
Or you can read more in your new mummies book.
Going to hope the quiet is because he's settled, not because his Mum's confiscated all communication devices.
Poor kid. We miss you - you and Mycroft.
I hope that wasn't too difficult for either of them. I kept feeling like I should call, but it would probably have made it worse.
I feel like...I don't know, feel like we're making some implication about Mrs H's parenting skills if we do. Besides, not as if we could change anything, I'm not going against her.
It's all just disruption to his routine, though, isn't it. Makes me feel bad for him.
I imagine it would be a bit harder than usual for him to settle after all the excitement. Only to be expected, really.
Thankfully the internet will never see me in pink aussiebums and glasses.
Now that's just NOT FAIR. *ahem*
Heh. Maybe NSY can put out a calendar... a DI GQMF calendar.
What Nameless said.
And L - I see your public have spoken and that you are guilty as charged.
It's entirely fair to me! Take that picture from the other day, paint neon pink shorts on it, grey out the hair...add a load of wrinkles and some more stomach, you've got it!
Danger, you can hush unless you want me to send a photo of you to SuperNanny Weekly for the centrefold. You're a silly deluded man. And I'm very grateful for that fact.
SH - I still maintain you haven't heard all the evidence...
Pfft. No more deluded than you are.
I still don't even know what GQMF really means! I mean, I know what it stands for....but...what's special about GQ? I don't get it!
I'm completely deluded. I keep thinking some gorgeous bloke has agreed to be my partner and someone's trusted me with two amazing boys and a responsible job. See? Madness.
I think it just means you're gorgeous, and quite well dressed, which you certainly were in your pink boxers.
I've got the very same delusion! Amazing.
Lestrade - Google GQ, check out the images, (I'm guessing telling you to ignore the scantily-clad ladies is a tad redundant :-p), and look at all the gorgeous, rather well dressed dudes. They are GQMFs. And I think we've all seen enough pics to know that you're one too.
And if you think we're all mad - and I suspect that you do - then you should at least trust John. He's a doctor, you know.
My new boxers are definitely very nice. Most of the time, however, Marks and Sparks provide me with off-the-peg suits, and most other things.
Which isn't to say I don't love a nicely cut suit that's properly tailored. I just never have an opportunity to wear them. Or proper shirts, with a nice French round cuff...or cufflinks. Or lots of nice things. SO I don't think I'm GQ!
We were obviously made for each other...
Nameless - a well dressed bloke (or a scantily clad bloke, of the right type) definitely does a lot more for me than a scantily clad lady.
And some of those suits are nice...but what's the obsession with ties? Ugh. (I know, I know, Mycroft, I'm sorry.)
French round cuff... Right. Well, look at it this way, you're more GQ than I am, and if you plan to argue that...remember the Christmas jumper. Which I still genuinely think was quite nice!
I'm sure GQ have a knitwear section...
French round cuff...it's a french cuff, but with the corner rounded off. I prefer them over just French cuffs.
Okay, you've got that look again. The one I probably get when you talk about wool types and stuff.
I'm going to drag you to bed and thoroughly celebrate your last pyjama-less night for what could be some time.
French round cuff...it's a french cuff, but with the corner rounded off. I prefer them over just French cuffs.
I think that that face that you have a preference speaks for itself... :D
Have a good night, gentlemen.
Not saying I wouldn't like to be GQ-ish, DW. Just that I'm not! Police work would trash far too many nice suits.
Don't remember the last time I wore a decent suit.
...actually, I do, but I'd rather not.
Hey Greg, a few years ago three out of five members of my immediate family were in various forms of PT simultaneously and I got pretty good at after care.
I recommend a warm (but not hot) shower. John may be different from my mother, but a bathtub can actually make any residual stiffness worse because it puts pressure on the affected area when a person leans back on it in a tub. Then a mild warming cream (tea tree oil, a capsaicin ointment, etc.) applied with firm, gentle pressure. Don't push or press terribly hard. You just want the muscles to relax and stay warm and loose to minimize pain. If John is up to it and his physio recommends it, help him rotate the joint carefully to help loosen it.
Overall, though, I cannot emphasize enough, don't let him overdo it. If his physio says "don't lift more than two kilos", absolutely don't let him. I had to get after my brother constantly because he was supposed to do exercises twice daily and he kept trying to do them more than that.
And just be aware that he's going to ache - probably rather badly - both immediately after and worse the next day.
Unlike apparently 90% of your readers, I've never been in PT myself, but I've done way more aftercare than I care to admit. Just be patient and be kind - you're very good at that already.
I suppose John can be a Lestallionpoke if that makes him happier than a cowpoke. :P
Good luck, and let me know if I can be of any use.
Bronwyn
Cheers Bronwyn.
I've been through physio plenty of times myself, but never had anyone at home who wanted to help (or who I wanted to help me) and generally wad an impatient, disobedient patient who did all the wrong things.
Exactly what I don't want John to do ;)
Lestrade - your definition of "a nice suit" and John's/ours might be different. For example, I would classify any suit in which the wearer looks good and/or hot as "a nice suit". Which I would suspect means that all of your suits are "nice".
Just like John's shirts, judging by those pics you posted.
Have a fun night, guys :-)
Also, don't think you slipped this one by, DI Sneakypants:
Hollandaise sauce is...well, it's about the easiest sauce in the world to make!
That's a blatant lie, since anything that requires a double boiler and eggs cannot be easier than marinara or alfredo sauce, let alone brown gravy from a packet. So there.
Ha! To both of you.
There's no point in my arguing on either count, right? Right.
Go back to sleep, L. :)
(See how I assumed you've been asleep there?)
I have been!
I'm trying.
Try thinking about something dull and ordinary.
Or wake up John and stop thinking altogether. :)
You can argue. I'm interested in your opinion on hollandaise vs. marinara/alfredo sauce. Somehow I suspect you're not exactly a "brown gravy from a packet" kind of guy.
I'm sorry you're not sleeping well.
The mill looks lovely. I'm glad you two have had such a lovely, relaxing time!
I think Brownyn has the best advise regarding the PT, since everything she mentioned I wish I had had someone to do for me! I hope it isn't too incredibly painful, John.
At least I'm not waking up a sweating shaking wide eyed mess now. Just waking up and not getting back to sleep.
DW - there's a time and place for instant gravy! :) I don't have issue with it.
(and I don't use a double boiler for hollandaise either... one saucepan, one blender (or hand whisk, if you're energetic) and...well, I'll put it on my blog, okay? But it's not hard!)
"Just waking up" is definitely an improvement. We'll take it! (Did you fall back asleep?)
Yeah, I did for an hour or so, thanks.
Fair enough. Glad to hear you git a little bit more sleep. Looking forward to the recipe, Lestrade!
Hope you're all off to sleep too :)
I try not to get pointlessly annoyed now when I wake up. Just be calmly accepting. Especially days like today. We're not up and dressed yet!
We're not up and dressed yet
There's no need to rub it in!
Anyway, hope you both enjoy your day and have a safe journey back. Whose turn is it to drive?
And to the rest of you, Happy Monday!
I'd say my turn to drive. We'll doubtless have a very polite argument about it.
Probably end up agreeing to do half each.
But as Sherlock's mum took the booster seat, I'm not sure Danger will be able to see over the steering wheel ;)
I hope he tackled you for that. :P
"Calmly accepting" is probably better in the long run for your blood preessuer. Getting there, on the other hand...
DW - the only reason I say such things is the retaliation!
And yeah. Easier when you know you don't need to be up in the morning. I try to match my breathing to John's and...well, think about him, really. Tends to keep dark thoughts at bay.
Like I said before...DI Sneakypants.
How wonderful that you have Doc is a comforrt, even when he's not trying. It's like Valentine's Day everyday with you two.
Captcha says "guarantee"
Do you still have some time yet before you have to head back?
Maybe an hour or so, if we push it...not long.
DW - sickening, isn't it? :) but seriously, there's nothing Icould ever do to truly express to him just how much he means to me. I don't think I ever really understood people who said they were best friends with their partners, as well as lovers, until now.
Hey Greg, I want to know when you turned into a whizz in the kitchen! I don't think I ever got more than half your take away back in the day.
Whoever asked if he turned me straight, it's true! He did!
No, seriously, I was definitely bisexual. I just wanted different things from life to Greg, at the time. I wanted to settle down, and he was still far too busy enjoying everything the city had to offer. A truth we both acknowledged, and we parted on really the best of terms. I found what I was looking for, and I'm really glad, after a few false starts, that he's managed the same.
John, Joanna, my wife, says you should definitely get Greg to send the details of the mill to us. Look what you've got me into! You two are going to make it very difficult to seem like a romantic bloke, you know, with all the love sloshing about these websites.
My best to both of you.
Darren
Started cooking when I stopped going out on the lash and thinking kebabs were a good idea!
Who votes.it's time to stop for coffee and me to drive after?
I don't think I ever really understood people who said they were best friends with their partners, as well as lovers, until now.
I'm torn between getting soppy (sorry, Sherlock!) and being all hopeful that I'll find that myself someday... :)
I know you two are sorry to be ending your idyll (which is not meant sarcastically!), but Sherlock will be so glad to see you. Which might equally likely show itself in glee over you being back or sulking over you being gone...ah, family life.
When will you be home? I'm making biscuits with Mrs Hudson and some of them are even hearts with pink icing because she said it would be nice but then I made ones that are liver shapes and kidneys too and she wouldn't let me do intestines and I've iced them really RED.
Those sound like amazing biscuits, Sherlock! Are the hearts normal heart-shaped or anatomically correct heart-shaped?
I went to a birthday party for my niece and nephew and father (because they all have their birthdays this week) yesterday, and we had cupcakes with pink glaze on top, only it was really strawberry flavored, instead of pink flavored.
Sherlock - very soon! Can't wait to see your biscuits and hear about your weekend. We missed you. Do you know what you want for dinner?
Eggs Benedict! And Mrs Hudson says you can make meringue and put it on ICE CREAM and put it in the oven and cook it so that too.
Ice cream in the oven?
I believe Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson are referring to Baked Alaska.
YES!
Doesn't that involve lighting things on fire? You'll have to ask Lestrade.
You ask! He's right there with you unless you left him behind because he called you short. Tell him I said pleeeeeeeaaaaaaase
This recipe doesn't involve a blowtorch--but it requires ice cream of a mold, which means softening time plus 8 hours of refreezing. Or to put it another way: Prep time=20 min.; cook time=40 min.; ready in=eleven hours. (I think it could take longer, because you have to bake and cool a cake, too.)
IN a mold, not of a mold. Frozen in a mold.
If I was going to leave him behind for calling me short, he'd still be back in Brighton or somewhere.
He agrees with RR that baked Alaska is a bit elaborate for tonight, and anyway, we have your delicious biscuits. Same for eggs benedict. Next week, when Mycroft's home, maybe.
Think of something simpler for tonight, please.
Hey! Don't put it on me--I can't help how long it takes ice cream to thaw and refreeze in a way that it doesn't end up all grainy and icy and horrid!
Good point about the biscuits, though. How can you not want to have liver and kidney biscuits? (Really red ones, too. I like red frosting. :))
But Lestrade said the sauce was easy!
I don't want anything else. Except maybe pizza.
Pizza's all right. We can have salad with it.
Or maybe fish. Or pork.
Where are you? Mrs Hudson says it's rush hour but why does that make everyone so SLOW. It should be called slow hour.
Everyone rushing to get home at the same time makes it slow. I think we're only about ten minutes away now though.
Sherlock - The rush means that everyone is "rushing" to get home, so they're all in their cars, on the Tube, and so on, and then they all get stuck on the way home. It's kind of like the reason why Mrs. T probably asks you to line up to go out the door for recess because if she didn't, everyone in your class would try to run out the door at the same time and you'd all get stuck trying to go out to have fun.
John, Greg - I hope the traffic isn't too infuriating. I'm so happy you both had a lovely weekend with each other. :)
~A from NW
Sherlock, you are absolutely right though, it should be called slow hour.
I'm not sure this works with what you call your highways, but in the US we have a joke sort of where people will ask, why do you drive on a parkway and park in a driveway? But my answer is always have you been on the parkway at rush hour? There's not a lot of driving going on.
You should have had Lestrade's bike and then you could have gone really fast past all the stupid cars.
Doc/Lestrade, I saw this picture and thought it appropos for both of your blogs, fir different reasons...
http://www.birdchick.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/Attempted-Murder-500x346.png
I love it, DW!
John will answer once he's peeled Sherlocktopus off himself... he's totally wrapped in arms and legs.
Ha! That is wonderful!
DW, that's hysterical. :D
he's totally wrapped in arms and legs.
Awwwww. :) (I mean that sincerely.)
If you can picture a 6yr old with flailing arms and legs being fired from a cannon at a dashing doctor, you've pretty much got our arrival. :)
:)
(And I bet you came in for your share of hugging, too--or you will shortly.)
I did. Sherlock demanded to be passed on without his feet touching the floor, so we had a group hug, which left the limpet on me, not John. It's really lovely that he missed us. Although you'd think it was a week we'd been apart, not 2 days!
I'm reliably informed that two days is FOREVER when you're six.
A period of two non-routine days is longer than an ordinary week when you're measuring how long someone is gone, especially if you're six.
(It really is lovely. :))
Ha! What I said. :D
He's finally decided he can let go of us and fetch the degus to see us. The biscuits he made are alarmingly...well, internal-looking.
He did say so!
I wonder if it's possible to buy an anatomically correct heart pastry cutter...
Yep!
I wasn't quite prepared for how blood-like the icing would be.
Still, means John has virtually strained something he's rolling his eyes so hard at my Hannibal Lecter impressions.
We don't even have fava beans, and stop calling me Clarice!
I hope that doesn't means fava beans are on the dinner menu...
John, we have to stop doing this posting-almost-the-same-thing deal, I'm starting to wonder if I inserted the right brain this morning!
There's so many bits of you I'd like to nibble though, with a nice chianti or not...
Ha, you'd know if you had my brain, trust me. And you'd want to give it back quickly!
L - all right, but no night vision goggles in the bedroom.
Oh, I dunno--you seem to get really good results with yours...
Don't need them. I know how to find my way around your body. ;)
At least your brain would only corrupt RR a bit, not have her running screaming into the street tearing at her head trying to purge everything smutty from her mind! :)
Hmm. Little do you know...
Well, okay, it probably would. But for different reasons than mine would!
I like your brain just where it is. It suits you there.
So, how's the evening going?
Are you going to be taking some of those biscuits to school tomorrow, Sherlock?
Hi there! This seems like an awesome end to a great weekend and really nice Monday (definitely better than mine).
Yay for anatomically correct biscuits! :-)
L, post your recipe for hollandaise soon, pleeeeeeeeeeease (see, I learn from Sherlock) - I've always thought it's very difficult not to boil it...
AH! Sorry, I just posted, with the intention of putting the recipe in, and then totally forgot. Clearly my brain is still on holiday. I'll go and edit it in.
Great! :-)
Yay for anatomically correct biscuits! :-)
Wow did that take my brain to the entirely wrong place.
KHolly, your brain has clearly been infected by Lestraditis ;) It seems to be quite virulent.
I am very virile.
I mean...sorry, virulent.
O...kay - I am probably too tired. I had to read Small Hobit's reaction to understand what KHolly wrote about :-) But Lestraditis made it clear for me pronto :-)
I guess it's bedtime for me then... :-D
Sounds like you guys had a spectacular trip!
Sherlock, red organ biscuits are a seriously cool idea. I was reminded of this cake (it's a Valentine's cake, but not soppy, don't worry!):
http://lily-vanilli.blogspot.co.nz/2011/01/valentines-bleeding-hearts.html
Post a Comment