Oh, but food/cooking can be so emotional. Srsly, the part where Sherlock can't even eat because he's so moved got my chest all contstricty.

(And indeed--it does take a lot to make me want meat! I remained unmoved by the mention of the marrow bones, but that's not your fault. Flippin' Proust couldn't make me crave marrow bones.)

And thank you for the fic!compliment! *flattered* I also LOVE your fanart, and think maybe I have commented on one post or something, but it hasn't been nearly often enough!