My husband and I argue over the merits of rectangle pizza. Personally, I loved the stuff, although I couldn't get down with smothering it in ranch dressing like many of my classmates.

Goulash, on the other hand, I hated. When I was very young, my mother's smallish repertoire of recipes included more than one manifestation of the noodle/ground beef/canned tomato combo. Not a fan. Also, our school kitchen paired goulash with baked beans.

Let's hear it for the salty, crispy-topped shepherd's pie though!

Also, marshmallowy white bread, covered in butter and an inch of fluffy food service PB. And government cheese! Coming from a home where Velveeta reigned supreme, that government cheese was the STUFF.