lasagna à la Sherlock
"Oh no! Not this time!"
John was standing in the kitchen, shouting at Sherlock, who apparently did not even listen. John had just looked into the refrigerator, which was, apart from a few leftovers, completely empty.
"I will not do the shopping again AND cook something for dinner!"
"And what am I now supposed to do?" Sherlock asked dryly.
John sighed angrily.
"I will go to the supermarket and during that time you will cook something for dinner!"
"Why?" Sherlock asked simply.
"Because I don't want to eat at 11 o'clock in the night, again!" John said annoyed. "And apart from that: some people share the tasks, if they are living together."
Sherlock ignored that statement. John now grabbed his jacket and his wallet that lied at the couch table.
"I'm going now." he said. "And you better do something."
"And what?" Sherlock said before John could open the door.
Annoyed, John went back into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator again and took an already prepared and frozen lasagne out of it.
"There" he said and threw it at the table. "I think you will at least be able to warm that up in the microwave."
With these words he finally left the flat.
Sherlock looked at the lasagna before him with a pejorative expression. He had to work at his cases about dangerous criminals and not to do such a primitive thing as cooking. That was something for the ordinary people but not for the only Consulting Detective in the world. But Sherlock did not want to listen John's critics later again, so he took the little box filled with food and stand before the microwave.
John did need about 30 minutes to buy everything they needed in a little supermarket around the corner, which had opened until 10.30 pm. With four over filled bags he came into the staircase of 221B. While he was closing the door he smelled something strange in the air and shortly after he clearly heard a bang out of his flat. As fast as he could he ran up the stairs and threw open the door. He dropped the bags and looked around in the flat. Smoke came out of the kitchen, a strong smell of burned food was in the air and in the living room Sherlock lied on the sofa with a newspaper in his hands.
"Sherlock, what did you do?!" John shouted.
"Cooking" Sherlock answered without looking up.
John went into the kitchen and saw the opened microwave from which all the smoke came.
"You can't put the lasagna with all the trimmings into the microwave!"
John waved the smoke aside and opened a window.
"Have you never used a microwave before?"
He actually just meant it sarcastic but was surprised by Sherlock's answer.
"Yes."
"What?!" John was confused.
"I've never used a microwave before" Sherlock answered naturally.
"Since we are living in this flat we have this microwave." John said. "You even were the one who brought it here, so how-"
"You know exactly that I use my microwave for much more important things then cooking." Sherlock replied.
John immediately thought of the glass with the eyes in it.
"You could have asked Mrs. Hudson for help." He now said.
"I tried" Sherlock answered, still reading. "But she didn't hear me shouting."
John didn't know what he should reply at this. He took the bags from the supermarket and searched for a lasagna that he still could made for dinner.