At the invitation of the pastor at the Baptist Church, I attended a Mission Support evening that featured a presentation from a missionary in Angola currently back on home assignment.
Supper was an array of 8 different lasagnas, 6 of which were vying for the coveted Lasagna Cup. As an impartial outsider, I was an official judge. Yes, it was a hardship to sample and critique 6 pieces of meaty, cheesy pasta, but I persevered.
#4, for its use of fresh mushrooms, not canned, red pepper, and the fact that it was still hot made up for its lacklustre appearance and won my vote. Seems like the people agreed with me, pan #4 had emptied very quickly.