The ABCs of Sherlock Holmes's Favourite Foods

John had a penchant for buying food. Well, okay, everyone had to buy food to survive, but John tended to buy food that Sherlock had never previously had the time for.

Fruit, for instance.

Sherlock never had time or ambition to fuss with fruit. More often than not, it involved some time in cleaning the fruit, peeling the fruit, sweetening the fruit... Of course, any of those options depended on the type of fruit that you had. All fruit was supposed to be rinsed off, technically, for pesticides and all that rubbish. Oranges needed the peel taken off. Nectarines and grapefruit were more often than not bland or sour to the taste before it was left to soak in a three-fourths parts sugar and one-fourth part water solution.

Sherlock just didn't have time for these things.

It wasn't that Sherlock didn't like them.

He liked the crunch of the first bite of an apple- with the peel, thank you very much- and the sweet (or the sour, depending on the apple) rushing over his taste buds in a cascade of taste and flavour. He liked the way that an apple was pliable beneath his teeth, easily broken down or nibbled on with little effort.

Oranges were delicious. The fact of the matter was that he liked to create a rip, a small tear, in the otherwise perfect expanse of pocketed orange peel. Then, he could hook his finger under the protective layer of that succulent fruit and begin to wind the peel away. The smell of oranges pervading the air, the scent imprinted onto the fingers used to peel the orange...

There were things he didn't like, naturally. Bananas were too mushy and pears were too tough for his liking.

But it didn't matter, because he didn't have time for it.

And then suddenly he did, because John was there and John bought all the fruit and John did all the rubbish that needed to be done with it. (Provided, of course, that the rubbish needed to be to it didn't involve it spoiling in a few days.) The apples that went in the bowl were already washed and ready to be eaten. Same with the oranges in the kitchen, except they still needed peeled. John even bought cans of fruit cocktail, not that Sherlock liked canned fruit. There were bananas in the flat for a short time until John learned that Sherlock would just let them rot, which would attract fruit flies and gnats.

Sherlock sighed and got to his feet, stretching. He'd been sitting at the microscope for six hours and John had been out for two. The experiment was finished, mostly, and Sherlock found the familiar ache in the pit of his stomach demanding that he acquiesce to its needs.

A quick glance through the cupboards told Sherlock what John must have earlier- John had gone out shopping. Or, he intended to go shopping before he came home. Two hours was an awfully long time to spend grocery shopping, so he had clearly gone somewhere else in the meantime. There was nothing in the fridge, save half of a petrol station vending machine sandwich and even famished, Sherlock wouldn't have touched that.

With a quiet huff, Sherlock's eyes fell on the fruit bowl on the sitting room coffee table. He perked up and strode across the room, picking one up. He turned it over, made sure that the produce sticker had been removed, and raised it to his lips.

He flopped onto the sofa as he took the first bite of the apple. The flavour immediately exploded into his mouth and he licked his lips, catching a bit of juice as it trickled past his lips.

He crunched on the apple contemplatively for a moment. It was sweet, not sour. The colour signified that it was not Granny Smith, but most probably... a Gala? He took another bite and munched it on in speculation. Definitely Gala, he concluded, licking another stray droplet of saliva and juice from his lips.

It was pleasant to find that apples were still as good as Sherlock remembered.

Sherlock took another bite and leaned back against the sofa's cushions. He propped his feet up and reached for the remote, eyes still bright with the edible and tasty deduction.

New series... although this isn't going to have a structured pattern for updates, but I've been working on it a lot. Sherlock's favourite foods! And this certain type of writing... lots and lots of details. ;) There'll be entrees, there'll be snacks, there'll be drinks, desserts, and maybe sweets themselves. There's a lot of option here. Lots of fluffy Sherlock, lots of food. How is that bad?

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