On a perfectly ordinary day in a perfectly ordinary town a perfectly ordinary teenage boy walks down a perfectly ordinary sidewalk. His name is Sherman.
A perfectly ordinary name, except for the fact that his last name is "Tanch", which ordinarily would be pronounced "Tank". Sherman's parents were perhaps oblivious to the emotional scars the boy's classmates would inflict. Or perhaps they were terribly shortsighted, trading a moment of amusement for themselves for a lifetime of ridicule for Sherman.
Sherman was munching on 'fruit sticks' - a wonderful little snack he learned to make on his first adventure with Good Doctor Peabody. The adventure when the CHEST first opened for him ... and opened his eyes.
While he was walking the recipe for fruit sticks ran through his mind. Before meeting Peabody he would have allowed more ordinary things to play through his mind while he walked. State capitals. The periodic table. Counting to twenty in a half dozen languages.
After Peabody, though, recipes. All was food.
The recipe was this:
adapted from Food and Cookery, 1911
1 3/4 cups pastry flour
3 T sugar
1/2 tsp salt
2 1/2 T oil
1/3 c water
2/3 c raisins
Finely chop raisins. Combine flour, sugar, and salt. Rub oil well into this dry mixture.Mix water in so it is evenly distributed and forms a dough. Take half the dough and roll into a thin sheet. Distribute the chopped raisins evenly over it. Roll the remaining dough into a sheet and cover the first sheet of dough. Press the sheets together and cut diamond shapes. Prick each shape several times with a fork. Bake in 450 oven until the crisps are just light brown. Do not over bake.
A perfectly ordinary snack.
As perfectly ordinary as the phone booth Sherman enters.
A phone booth which proceeds to shimmer and disappear.
A perfectly extraordinary thing for a phone booth to do, really.
... TO BE CONTINUED