Every once in a while, my brother brings me a dish of whatever mouth-watering concoction he's produced. My husband, for reasons unbeknownst to me, sees this as a challenge, and he goes above and beyond to make the next meal he prepares (more often than not a variation of my brother's dish) extra scrumptious. How do I know, you ask? Because for the duration of the meal, and sometimes the day after (if there are any leftovers) he repeatedly asks whether I'm enjoying the meal and how it compares to my brother's. Not once, not twice, but sometimes as much as five times.