Originally Posted by
genejockey
Dad's job working at a fruit processing company (largest producer of applesauce in the world!) meant we'd get pie fillings from the company commissary for cheap. Dad LOVED pie, pretty much any kind. One time, my grandmother - Mom's Mom, not Dad's* - tried to make him tired of pie, so she made a different one every night for more than a week. She eventually threw in the towel.
*Dad's Mom wasn't much of a cook, honestly.
A rotating selection of pies? Yes, please.
Along those lines, I worked at a pizza place during high school - I do not easily get sick of pizza. Since we've been married (18 years), I've only shocked my wife a couple of times by turning down pizza.