My Dear Ms Peachpie,
I have been in love with Betty Crocker for more that 60 years. Unfortunately, she has changed in time, and I’m not sure she still feels the same way about me as I do about her. Nevertheless, her involvement in the development of Chicago’s signature casserole is, I’m sure, not one of her proudest achievements. As a matter of fact, 12 years ago, while talking over a cup of coffee at the Duchess Diner on Chapel Street in New Haven after a great clam pie at Frank Pepe’s, she admitted to me that she wished she’d never become involved in the development of the so-called Chicago style deep-dish pizza casserole. If if recall correctly she said that it was not one of the things that she even wanted anyone to know about. Betty was always honest about herself, and about the things she did. She told me that her employer had insisted that if she wanted to keep her job she would have to say nice things about deep-dish pizza because it was important to the marketing of the company’s flour.
I forgave her. I understood.