Indignant

I have a sister that calls me every time she wants to make something. She needs directions. She will call from the grocery store. Once she prepares her meatloaf, spaghetti, mac and cheese, whatever, she feels the need to tell me that her was better. Who said it was a competition? I get indignant and want to hang up. I thought food was better than that, but even then, there is competition.