Last Sunday, I ate some great lasagnas. It was my younger brother's birthday and he had asked my father and my stepmother to compete on cooking lasagnas. My father did classic lasagnas while my stepmother did veggie lasagnas since my younger sister doesn't eat meat anymore. While they were both cooking in the same room, they spent a great part of their cooking time trying to distract each other from their recipe. At the end, my stepmother won the competition: we all agreed to say that her lasagnas were the best. All in all, it has been a lovely day and my brother was satisfied.