In the beginning, the kitchen was without form and void, and darkness lingered over the face of the unseasoned pantry. Then Betty said, āLet there be light,ā and she preheated the oven to 350°F, and there was light. She saw the flour, that it was good, and she divided the dry ingredients from the wet, sifting the heavens from the earth. From the dust of the cupboard, she fashioned the perfect pie crust, breathing into it the warm aroma of cinnamon until it became a living pastry. She looked upon the casserole, the chiffon cake, and the golden-brown roast, and behold, it was very good; thus, she established the Red Spoon in the firmament to guide all mankind through the wilderness of hunger and into the promised land of the Sunday dinner.