Piazza's pizza

On Monday, I accidentally created a Quora account.
While researching the effectiveness of chainmail, I stumbled across something on Quora.  So, naturally, I clicked it, and it said "Continue with Facebook."  And so I did.  Next thing I know, I get an email saying, "Congratulations!  Tell us three topics you're interested in to start building your feed!"
I made the same mistake with Pinterest, which was far more fatal.
The cool thing about Quora, though, is that I now know how medieval peasants cooked pancakes.  Which got me thinking: what is it about food that we've been eating the same stuff for thousands of years?  My grandma makes the most delicious pancakes--and the most filling.  I don't think I've ever eaten more than two and a half of them.
Okay, my grandmother's food in general is wonderful.  From pork chops to vegetable soup to peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, everything tastes better at her house.  (Even if I make the sandwiches.)  My mom, however, makes two things better: black raspberry bars and pasta.  We get pasta once in a blue moon because of the mess it makes, but it's worth it.
Pizza, however, we get once every week or two.  When I was little, some of my fondest memories are of making pizza with my family, then watching America's Funniest Home Videos afterwards.  I'd make the sauce, and Mom would help me put the cheese on.  And just cheese, because anything else was disgusting and would be picked off.

I've changed since then, but I'm still not a fan of pepperoni.
What's your fondest food memory?  I'd love to hear it in the comments below!  God bless you, dear reader, and have a wonderful day!