Queen Cook

I, Rachel Elizabeth T, daughter of Tracey,
Granddaughter of Dorothy, great-granddaughter of
Stefania, am the Queen Cook. Recently a rabble rouser
Know-it-all challenged me, the Supreme Master of
Culinary Cuisine, to a duel over decadent delights.
Oh, this butter-knife novice had no earthly idea
He was going to be 'gravy-ously' grounded
Like pepper. I skillfully whipped the sweet cream
With my wiry whisk until a wonderful whiff of
Heaven wafted through the air. My competitor's
Fumbling fingers of failure simply could not find focus.
I continued to dominate and dazzle while the eyes of
My admirers tried to follow my masterful movements.
But alas, I am afraid their simple minds may not have
Been able to grasp the magnitude and magnificence
That unfolded before them. Like Prince Valliant slaying
A dragon, I wielded my Blade of Destiny, slicing and
Dicing until every morsel had been cut to perfection.
After witnessing my dexterous digits decimate his decidedly
Delirious decision to dare to dispute my cooking talent,
He dropped down to his knees. Kissing my Hands of Achievement
He said, 'There is no question that you are quite the
Quintessential Queen of Cooking.' Since that test of my
Expertise, no other pretender of confectionery creations
Has attempted to confront my uncanny culinary craft.