"This edible Rorschach craze has gotten completely out of hand"
mused Roadie Dirk. He absently rubbed his several days old stubble and resolved to shave again- soon. Although several had suggested that karaoke would be a great addition to the ambiance at the Restaurant at the Edge of the Universe,
they had yet to attract any local talent. Sweltenham was a little isolated by a ridge line which divided it from the neighboring valley- and of course Sweltenham had just recently exited Prohibition, but its many years as a dry town had stunted its growth. The old Tiki had had an odd reputation as the sort of 'bar' that attracted eccentrics, vegetarians, peaceniks, computer geeks, and old farmers. Not exactly a swinging place. Even today, it was not yet a restaurant, it was more of a coffee shop laid out like a bar and grill restaurant. It was all informal- no cash register- everything was on the honor system. Patrons tossed their money into a big goldfish bowl and made their own change. Nobody wanted to pick it up and run with it, it was just an alternative to the Lincoln where folks could also settle in and relax and socialise. And of course Dirk still lived there, rent free, in the back. Only two things were served- coffee and a rather unique dessert. Folks could bring with them anything else they wanted. Among those things, beers were the most often seen items.
The influx of tourists and the few 'big city' folk who had been drawn to the valley in recent years had finally tilted the town a little more towards the mainstream. Still, it had been a shock when the newcomers overwhelmed their opposition at the Town Council meeting, catching the Old Guard off balance and ushering the little town into the Twentieth Century at last, no longer dry. Well, OK, it's the twenty-first century now, but a little town can stand only so much change at one time.
Who would have guessed that Roadie Dirk's edible Rorschach invention would be such a hit? It was even siphoning off a little of the traffic at the Lincoln, lately. Dirk's claim to fame was the idea of an ice cream cake with a unique topping that just cried out for interpretation. Customers would be personally served their desserts by Roadie Dirk, who would chat with them for a few minutes about the unique pattern on their cake. They could have Dirk interpret it for them, or could take a stab at it themselves. Eventually, hunger would win out, and their innermost secrets made a wonderful dessert. Rumor had it that several copycats had popped up nearby, but they didn't have Roadie Dirk. It was really standup comedy where the audience gets served dessert during the performance, not a bad idea at that. Sometimes there was even a wait, if Dirk was particularly busy. He often performed to tables of folks who were pretty wired from drinking multiple cups of coffee. Surprisingly, the Rorschach creations didn't appeal near as much to the drinkers, who seemed to favor more salty, fried sorts of snacks.
Dirk hadn't thought of the anagram for several days. Every now and then it would pop in at random: "repeekemiT",
and of course he would counter it with "Timekeeper".
It bugged him that he could not connect "repeekemiT"
with anything in the world or in his own life. Ah well, the ice cream cakes with the delicious and suggestive maple syrup and butter topping were popular, maybe a bit too
Edited by Cluttermagnet, 08 March 2012 - 03:29 AM.