Here are Sherlock's cinnamon buns.
I wasn't allowed to help. Except to reach things, pass things, wash things up, scatter flour for kneading/rolling, and, once I'd actually read the recipe, put my foot down and say he wasn't making 24 of them!
He did very well, though. And they're delicious. This pic taken after we'd tested a corner, but before John made off into the night with one.
Now better check he hasn't escaped and tried to follow John, then ... do something with myself.
*prize for getting the title connection is imagining the smell of those buns.