From the age of three to the age of eighteen, the first thing that John Watson had swallowed on every Christmas morning was one of auntie Mable's mince pies.
This Christmas, when in his early forties, he would happily swallow anything given to him by the Holmes brothers.
He would lick, lap and swallow but never bite.
Or perhaps just a bit...
Nothing they served this morning would ever make it to a cooking show on the BBC. (Although possibly on HBO.)
However, John thought, what they filled his mouth with was much less sugary and much higher in protein. Besides, they didn't produce any washing up - which was an added bonus.
Mummy Holmes had sent them a Christmas hamper from F&M. When John's diet needed variation they raided the luxurious basket.
They found good and entertaining uses for both the Bollinger and the Beluga.
Cinnamon lube proved to be marvellous on bread sticks.
The manufacturer would have paled if he knew what use they had of his brandy butter.
John never really liked sweets. He preferred salty, tangy or bitter.
Parts of Sherlock tasted quite strongly of cinnamon bun.
Parts of Mycroft actually tasted like bacon.
Compared to mince pies this was much better.
He hummed and smiled in contentment as he licked clean another pair of hairless balls.