Sloppily roasted sausages do hit different. They're burnt, unevenly cooked, and can be a bit on the troublesome side to eat neatly. However, the accompaniment of good company makes it a godly dish.
See, the reason why she's taking a backseat is because she's so assured of her victory that it would be bullying if she were to capitalize on it any more.
It's always interesting to see how interesting the difference is between haute cuisine and classic faire for the common man.
A chef and a supertaster? Say it ain't so. Utterly inconceivable.