Temari liked to compare.
Whether it be her analytical skills compared to that of Nara Shikamaru, or the amount of civilians compared to the shinobis, or Haruno Sakura's eccentric hair compared to her sensei's (which did not fail to stand out as much), she didn't mind.
When she compared Konoha's lush forest with the dry desert mounds in Suna, it was clear who the winner was.
When she compared the soft moonlight coming through the window of her temporary residence to the scorching hot heat the sun gave out back in her hometown, she knew which one she liked best.
When she compared Ichiraku's cooking to the shit Kankurou makes that he called "food", or that salted tongue Gaara brought home, she knew which one she would eat with extreme delight.
When she remembered how beautiful the desert flora life can be, it can compete with Konoha's forest.
When she remembered how enchanting the desert sunset can be, it can compete with that moonlight.
She always remembered that however terrible Kankurou's cooking or Gaara's taste in food can be, they were still her family, and however strange the two were, family would always win compared to a bowl of ramen.