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Pineapples and pizza. Yeah I said it.
So no joke, I talked shit about pineapple on pizza for years. Then, I can't remember why specifically, but we had someone over and asked what type of pizza she wanted, and she said Hawaiian. And there was some leftover. I grew up poor, and we do not waste food, so I decided it was worth trying it.
It was amazing. I immediately felt silly for being so against it.
My wife still refuses to try it on principle (she did grow up near NYC, so she has STRONG opinions on pizza).
Not to rag on your wife but New Yorkers have the worst opinions on pizza. If it's not made in New York in some corner pizza store they say it's the worst pizza in existence. They get mad that Chicago Pizza exists. I think if they knew Detroit Pizza existed they would explode.
I've had New York pizza. It's mid. It's fine. It's ok. It's not the best pizza in the universe guys. It's convenient because there's no place to sit anywhere and you can walk and eat it by the slice. I swear they have some sort of collective Stockholm syndrome about it.
Funny enough, she actually really likes Detroit Pizza. But yes, she thinks Chicago pizza is trash (I tend to agree, I hate the way chicago pizza is made... it's messy, has too much sauce, and requires a fork which, to me, defeats the point of the pizza).
And I lived in New Jersey for awhile, and the pizza there, with a few exceptions, was some of the best pizza I've had (and I'm not talking that wide flat greasy stuff you get at NY street corners, I'm talking the pizza made at the restaurants run by Italians that are about half Italian restaurant, half pizza joint).
I also grew up near NYC. Hawaiian is underrated and everyone should try it at least once.
I'm glad you had an open mind, and didn't waste food. (We also grew up unable to waste food)
And peach, too!