John Watson's Blog
Tea
Sherlock is a man of many talents.
He is a great violinist, when he is not screeching his violin like a dying animal. He knows more about chemistry than a text book. He has a Google map of London in his head. He can deduce people, as if their life story is written on them. Also, he can solve the most puzzling a mysterious, without breaking a sweat. He can even cook. "It is just basic chemistry." Sherlock respond, when I questioned him, after he made a French dish. These are just a few things that Sherlock Holmes can do well, but there is one thing Sherlock Holmes, has never been able to do well, which is making tea.
The first time Sherlock made me tea! It was a light colored yellow. Somehow, it tasted like fish. I still do not understand how he accomplished this. Sherlock had asked why I had made a face. I responded by handing him the tea. He took one sip then went into the kitchen and spent the whole night trying to make one cup of decent tea. He never did. Then, there is the second time.
The second cup of tea was dark and thick. I really didn't want to put that anywhere near my mouth but Sherlock had looked at me with hopeful eyes. It was bitter, more like a nasty jello than tea. Sherlock had taken one look at my face before frowning and going back to the kitchen once again. This had happened five other times. The last time was yesterday.
I had just come home from work. All I wanted was to order some take out and watch junk telly. Sherlock was in the living room with a cup of tea in his hands.
"Try this." Sherlock shoved the cup into my face.
"Please, not now." I glance at the cup.
"If it is not drinkable, then I will do the shopping for the next three trips and get rid of the feet in the fridge." Sherlock stated not taking his eyes off of the tea.
"Deal." Sherlock, has never gotten the groceries and the feet in the fridge is not as bad as a head, but still gross.
Sherlock had stared at me as I took a sip. It was slightly bitter but not too bitter, the way tea should be. It had a pleasant taste of honey and something else. It was the best tea I had ever tasted.
"This is great!"
Sherlock smirked "Do pick up some milk. I used the lasted of it on the tea."
I went out and did the shopping and pick up Chinese. The tea was worth going out for. It was amazing. Also, I now have to find something else that Sherlock cannot do, which is difficult.
Signing off my blog, I'm thinking about that tea. I wonder if Sherlock, would tell me how he made it? Probably not.
"John." Turning around, Sherlock is there in his house robe, holding out a cup.
"Don't get uses to it." Sherlock says and walks over to the couch.
The tea taste better than the one from last night.
Smiling "thanks."
"Like I said, don't get used to it. I hate repeating myself." Sherlock says as he falls on the couch.