Legend has it that the Golden Ladle was forged in the fires of culinary despair, imbued with the essence of a thousand mid-summer sunsets.
Its golden handle glinting like the morning dew on a field of emeralds, its ladle-shaped bowl a beacon of hope in a world where the soup was always luke-warm.
We're told it was wielded by the great soup king himself, who ladled forth a storm of creamy tomato soup that left all who tasted it awestruck.
But where is the Golden Ladle now? Some say it's hidden away, protected by a secret society of soup enthusiasts.
Others claim it's been lost at sea, its golden surface glistening with the tears of the damned.
But we know the truth: it's hidden in our very own Secret Society of Ladle Enthusiasts chapter.
Want to learn more? Click here for more tales of the Golden Ladle.