Last week, a tipsy Irishman challenged me to a lasagna contest.
"HA!" I said.
"What? I'm serious. My lasagna can beat your lasagna. Any time, any place."
I laughed an evil laugh and tapped the shoulders of two friends standing by. They leaned in to listen.
"This man," I said and pointed at the Irishman. "Who, let's remember, once admitted to making grey mashed potatoes on Thanksgiving, just challenged me to a lasagna contest."
M laughed. J groaned and shook his head.
"Dude. That's stupid. She's the best cook I know," said M.
"Thank you," I said.
"I'm telling you. My lasagna is amazing. It'll kill yours," my challenger said.
"Bring it," I said.
J rolled his eyes. "You know, after the lasagna contest he'll challenge you to a dance contest."
"Oh no, you're the dance expert. That, I'll leave to you."
At what challenge do you know you can't be beaten?
3 years ago