I am Tamara, the only descendant of the Great Grammar goddess and the Baron of Banking. Baking every snowfall has made me marvelous. I 5 prepare precise parcels for all I love. Gift giving, I got it from Grandma, She slaved away, Sundays mostly, to be sure we were content. I, the sweet- toothed teenager, was tempted by the 10 luscious idea of baking. I started off small, Saturdays with mom. Soon enough the Matron of Molasses mounds made me move on. Dad, devourer of my developments, ecided my delicacies were delectable. 15 The edges brown & crispy, while the inside fluffy and flavorful. Fresh out of the oven these savory temptations melt in mouths. Cookies, the sweetest sin, are what I? ve come to love. But now that I have a new 20 tasty trial, the temptations of a better life have haunted me. I plan to provide plenty of cookies for all. The next Martha Stewart, that? s who I? ll be! I? ll sneak up on them all, Kevin? s cupcakes will be no competition. 5 I? ll beat those Pepperidge Farm people next. Then when she least expects it, I? ll take on Betty Crocker, the mother of all good cookies. The doughboy of Pillsbury will be no match for me! Finally I? ll take on that perfectionist 30 criminal herself. Martha won? t know what hit her. My cookies and treats will rock this world! No one will stop me! Stealth is my secret weapon. Slowly their businesses will suffer. Until at last there is one ruler left, me.