I'm competitive. Like crazy insane competitive. I try to keep it under control, but sometimes it just eats me alive. One reason why I cook is for the love that people give that comes along with it. So when I go to a party and someone else has brought something tastier than my dish, I get less love.
My friends had a little get together a couple of months ago and this tramp (not really, she was super nice) brought these sexy good chocolate crinkle cookies, which totally trumped my... I don't even remember what I made! ha! But I remembered the cookies.