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| Puff pastry camels |
L and the boys made these today. Mycroft got some to take back to school and Sherlock posed a lot of them in a line inside one of the cupboards, so that when I went to get a mug there were camels staring at me. L insists it's an Italian tradition. I think he just wanted an excuse to use his camel pastry cutter. Or a justification for owning it. Or a reason for its existence. Or possibly just to tease me about camel rustling again. Were I going to rustle camels, I would start with these.
They're very good. You just cut them out and sprinkle on sugar before you bake them as far as I could tell, and you could make them in any shape, if you're the sort of person who has pastry cutters, or just into squares in you're not.
After such a long time having him home, it seems very strange to have Mycroft gone again. I know we've said it before. Quiet. Empty flat. Just doesn't stop being true. We miss him a lot.
...And he must've been reading the comments on L's post because he just texted me to say 'I'm not DEAD, you know.' Heh. We know! And we want you to do what you want to do, and have fun doing it. Just never doubt we'll be happy to see you when you come home.
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Ha, sorry Mycroft. We know. We just miss having you around. It's like the lunatics are in charge of the asylum once you've gone, you know?
Danger - it IS tradition! Just because your camel rustling past gives you a guilty conscience...
You never said anything about camels last year...
I'm trying to introduce you a bit at a time...
Is this going to end with nude frolicking in some ice cold body of water in December? If it is, I want to know ahead of time.
Mycroft forestalled me--I was going to mention texts, phone calls, Skype... :)
(Does he get a weekend home soon?)
I totally love the image of opening a cupboard to a caravan of puff pastry. :)
Um...well, now you mention it, Danger...
RR - it's not the same, though, if he's not here. But yes, he's back with us for a weekend on the 25th
Italy doesn't even have ice cold bodies of water!
But a nice super-hot sauna/steam room followed by a plunge into an ice bath is a nice Roman past time.
you can't stick a sock on someone's head via skype RR ;-)
I love the camels, I might make some tomorrow to 'celebrate' the end of the school holidays although I'm not sure I have a camel cutter so it might have to be ducks!
Puff pastry ducks would be great.
L - if you ever take me to Italy, I'll consider it.
You can have an anatra festiva, AnonyBob!
And exactly. Until Mycroft figures out how to teleport a sock.
Danger...well, we could go? With the boys? Mycroft's half term does coincide with a decent feast. I mean, if we wanted. A week there or something?
Do you want to? I think it'd be really nice, yeah, ice cold water aside.
Yeah, I'd like to. Feels like a very long time since I've really been there.
There doesn't need to be any ice cold water. The sea might be quite nice. And a lot of wandering about, drinking Campari Bitters, watching Sherlock consume ever more impossible pastries and amounts of ice cream.
Sounds perfect. Come over here, please, need to kiss you now.
If you insist ;)
I'm afraid I must...
Here you go - imagine us wandering about in the city, sitting out in the piazza at midnight (And Sherlock will be delighted to know that the gelateria didn't used to close until midnight...)
It'll be great.
http://www.laterrazzadelduca.com/images/urbino_sunset.jpg
It's beautiful. Looks warm, too.
Should be fairly warm, yeah. And there are interesting things to do, too, as I doubt the boys will be content with just lazing about for too long.
Especially after Sherlock's had ice cream.
Italy sounds like a perfect trip. *sigh*
you can't stick a sock on someone's head via skype RR ;-)
Oh, I don't know, Anony and L--even short of teleportation, there's always the magic of PhotoShop... :D (And who knows what other tricks Mycroft has up his sleeve!)
That sounds like a really enjoyable holiday, Lestrade.
Will you teach me more Italian before we go?
Sì, certo Mycroft.
RR- Photoshop doesn't allow for trying to suppress your giggles when you catch the eye of a co-conspiritor. Not that I'd know, obviously.
And long conversations about life aren't the same without dogs sniffing about and warm mugs of tea and both being too polite to eat the last biscuit. Or Danger snoring on the sofa, festooned in socks nearby...
No, it's not the same. But it's better than before cell phones and the internet, surely?
Yeah, I guess. I've never exactly missed anyone before when they haven't been around. Or not that I could phone, anyway. Except I never know what to say on the phone.
A holiday sounds like a lovely thing to look forward to for you all and they'll be plenty of time for you and Mycroft to set the world to rights Greg I'm sure :-)
It's weird to think about the differences in life before and after the internet. My sister-in-law is from Ireland. My great grandmother was also from Ireland. When Grandma came over she never saw her family back home again and there was no expectation of contact beyond the occasional letter. Now my sister-in-law's niece skyped her in the middle of a business meeting (not realizing the time difference) to show off the gap from her first lost tooth. It's not the same as being there for it, but it is so nice that she didn't have to give up her original family to gain ours.
And in between, maybe you could visit next weekend?
Oh, that is great, KHolly!
AnonyBob - Yeah, there will be. And in a language John doesn't speak. (Calzino, by the way, Danger.)
KHolly - that's nice. Mycroft is only a few miles up the road though ;) He is also, however, very busy. Or he should be!
Giochi di luce sulla vostra nonna è naughty
Calzino...that's not a folded over pizza, is it?
sì, molto impertinente...penso che?
Ha! That's a calzone - same origin! No, Calzino is a sock, Pericolo. ;)
(I don't think Google translate can have gotten that right... )
(Although I think it got "calzino" right. :D)
There is not a sock! I just checked my head five minutes ago!
RR - I'm fairly sure something has gone awry in translation somewhere, yeah. Although what was said is undoubtedly true.
Pericolo - I just meant for your future reference. Although I'm glad you now check your head at regular intervals.
Ha! True. :)
I'm sure I'll get over it about the time you decide to festoon me with footwear again.
Hah, yeah.
Want to go to bed? It's odd, not having the dogs drooling on my feet, or snuffling about the floor for any possible missed crumb.
Don't want to go to work tomorrow. Want to laze in bed with you. (Not that I'm implying that's what you do all day.)
you didn't really google something written here did you RR? ;-)
I hope you sleep some guys :-)
Yeah, bed.
No, but if you were here to do it with me, it'd be another story...
(Why are the two words of Italian I know 'danger' and 'sock'? That is not useful.)
I did, yeah, Anony--I'm just elephant's child!
You also know Gelato/gelateria.
And 'testa' is head.
So now you know all you need for taking Sherlock ice-cream hunting and being prepared for someone to say 'Danger, there's a sock on your head.' What more could you need??
I'm sure there are some more key phrases I might find useful... 'Who put this sock on my head?' or perhaps, 'Sorry about that, he's just very enthusiastic.'
I'll make you up a special phrasebook...
"I'm sorry." "I'm very sorry." "I don't understand what he just said to you, but I'm still sorry."
Although for you (and him) you could just smile and apologetically say "I'm English" and probably get away with all sorts...
C'mon, bed.
Ha. All right.
I'd let John get away with all sorts just for the smile...
Sorry this is late Mycroft, but hope you have a great term. And the camels look great - good luck with the ducks, Anony.
Went to be early last night with a bit of a headache and feeling rough, so missed all this. We're planning to go back to Italy hopefully in the autumn, so any useful vocabulary would be helpful.
And today I start a four day health and safety course, so the rest of you can enjoy yourselves whilst I disappear under a mound of legislation.
Anon - me too :)
SH - good luck with the course. Hope it's not too mind-numbing.
Is Sherlock back to school today also?
He sure is. I think he was sort of looking forward to it. With a side order of wanting to have John all to himself for the day.
Danger, if you're about, want coffee? Or to hold my shoes and coat while I throw myself in the Thames? Or organise my kidnapping again? I need to get out of here, but your ohone is ringing through to answer service. Are you with Dr E? I coukdn't remember if that was today or tomorrow.
I was, yeah. Let's go with coffee. it's much too cold to throw yourself in the Thames. And I'm hungry.
Okay. Text me when you're near.
Hope it went well.
Okay, shouldn't be long.
It was...I don't know. Don't think I did very well today. Must try harder etc.
Can you? I mean, is it like that? I sort of thought either it would... Work or not, talking. On any given day. I don't know. Let me know if I can help.
It's sort of like physical therapy - your therapist can tell you what to do or give you advice on how to do it, but in the end it's you holding a five pound weight out in front of you until you want to die. Or not.
You're helping right now. Thank you.
Right. But...yeah, don't beat yourself up about it.
But...that's what I do!
Yeah, all right. I'll try.
John--I'm sure you know more about it than I, but my aunt is a physical therapist and she has often said that it's her job to find the right exercises for the people she treats, that they should both do what's needed and be something the person can and will do. I'd think that would be even more true for Dr E, so it's at least as much on her, yeah?
It sounds like work wasn't going so well, L, I hope things have smoothed out some after a time out with the Doc. :)
It's great to hear that Sherlock was looking forward to going back to school (even sort of!). I hope you had a good day, Sherlock--Did you get to tell everyone about you bike gear and all the riding you got to do?
I think this was accidentally missing from the question above, what wonderful things did your friends have to tell you about their holidays Sherlock?
FOUR of them went skiing with snow and mountains and proper snowmen and snowball fights and even more are going skiing in Easter and it's not fair I wanted snow!
I'm sorry you feel like you missed out, Sherlock--but you know, if you had had snow, you wouldn't have been able to ride with Lestrade as much, because the roads would have been too icy at least part of the time. (And you still might get snow! It's only January, there's most of winter still to go.)
well done for listening to them Sherlock, do you think they might be jealous of your motorbike riding?
Sorry we're so cruel to you, Sherlock.
Tomorrow you sgould ask them all about it to find the best place to go.
I liked bike riding and i told everyone about it and no one else had done it but I just wish we had snow too.
Nicely said, Sherlock. I hope you do get snow this winter. :)
John said it's not polite to just say what you wanted and not say thank you for the other things you did and that Lestrade would be sad.
John is a very good explainer. And you did a good job of saying what you meant about having snow also.
And an even better job about enjoying the bike riding. :)
(Editing an comment on my Touch is very tricky--it posts before I'm finished! :)
Lestrade's sad anyway I know because he goes quiet and when I ask for things he doesn't do all the teasing and telling me I can't have them like this morning when I wanted a banana milkshake and he just made it for me but he said it wasn't about us so it's maybe his mum or maybe work and because he misses Mycroft.
It could be any of those things, Sherlock. And sometimes it's just hard to say what makes you feel sad. Maybe you could give him extra hugs when he comes home, or do something nice for him, like you did last night when you offered to let him choose a degu to cuddle. (And it's good to know it's not about you.)
You're a very good kid, Sherlock.
I hope we get snow for you here, and we will go skiing one year, I promise.
Can you go sledding down mountains that are for skiing? I got you a surprise and John says I should say that it's not a bucket of glitter over the door this time, it's better.
I'm sure there are parts of the mountains you can go sledding on, yeah.
That's very kind of you. Is it at all glitter related?
No but you could put glitter on it if you wanted.
...right. I shall look forward to getting home and finding out what it is.
It's more of a present than a...'surprise'. Don't worry.
Tell Sherlock that we're not getting that much snow over here where I am either. We've gotten exactly one half inch, and that melted over night.
Also, at most ski mountains there are a few tubing areas, which is like sledding on a giant rubber tyre.
HIP (I hope you don't mind me calling you that?), that sounds like a LOT of fun! :)
And Sherlock, excellent work on doing something nice. :)
REReader- I'm totally cool with it. It is. When I was at school in Canada, we went tubing for an entire school day.
Sherlock bought me a little Cacti to go with Mr Cactus.
Thanks Sherlock, that was very thoughtful of you.
Aw, that's really sweet of him.
Aww, that's lovely - what a thoughtful gift, Sherlock.
Hope you have a good evening, guys - sounds like a bit of group hugging might be in order.
What a really good idea!
It has white hair.
A little cacti plural or a little cactus which is so enthusiastic it counts as more than one? I'm imagining small green minions with white needles now.
Is that the kind that looks a bit like cotton candy?
Err..Just one, Anon. That was me just being wrong with my grammar.
"White hair, like Lestrade!" Sherlock proudly told Mrs H....
:)
Are we going to get a picture of this wonderful plant?
Nameless - there is a bit of group hugging going on. Or at least, Sherlock standing on the arm of the sofa yelling at me until I obligingly walk close enough to be leapt at and clung onto :)
Going to assume you'd prefer I go with just hugging you.
might be healthier for my old bones.
...'cking HELL. I just managed to...kick the floor. Or...I don't even know what I did. Just that it hurts.
Ouch. Thank heavens you have a hot doctor on hand to kiss it better.
just what you need! has the doc checked you over?
Made me jump a bit with that shout too. Just a stubbed toe or do you want me to look at it?
it's not my toe...it's like, the ball of my foot, by my big toe. I don't even know how I managed that.
Something on the floor? It's not bleeding at least.
No, I just hit the carpet. I mean, the floor leapt up and attacked me. It just throbs a bit. It's fine. Just feel like an idiot for managing it.
I feel this lends credence to my theories about the wallpaper being out to get us. It's in league with the floor.
Maybe I should come and risk assess your floor and wallpaper ;)
Should risk assess me.
You know, before I read the last few posts I was going to say that the image of Sherlock clinging to you is adorable. Now I'm just going to express my sympathy. I've stubbed my toe/foot/fingers more times than years I've been alive (13 years of life) , and I know it can be painful. Hopefully it no longer hurts now?
Sherlock, the problem with sledding on a skiing hill (unless you're on a section of the mountain intended for tubing as the above person suggested) is that skiing hills are much, much larger than most sledding hills, and building up that much speed on a sled--where you have significantly less control over your flight than you do on skis--can be pretty dangerous.
However! I recommend you do a youtube search for "alpine slide" (or perhaps "alpine slide winter park," though that'll bring you to a slide in the US). It's basically a sled that they put on a track on a ski slope, and you ride all the way down. It's a way that ski resorts make money in the summer. It is also enormous fun.
....John, Lestrade, I apologize if this leads to extensive begging to go on holiday somewhere with an alpine slide. I don't imagine that England has any hills that are large enough.
What a thoughtful gift, Sherlock! I bet that helped cheer Lestrade up after a hard day.
Lestrade, don't feel too bad about stubbing your foot. I managed to break the little bone in my foot, right by my big toe, by walking wrong. I don't know how I managed it, but there you go. I think sometimes there's an invisible man who likes to stick his foot out and trip people up. Hope it doesn't hurt too much.
We learnt 17 common hazzards yesterday, I think I should add 'invisible man sticking his foot out' as the 18th. There has to be some way of amusing myself this week ;)
And today I even learnt to spell hazard ;)
Hazard? spelt s-h-e-r-l-o-c-k, right? :)
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