Pizza or eggplant?

I love pizza!

Ever since I was a little girl, I've always loved pizza. The goey, cheesy, cheese nearly falling off the slice and the tangy tomato sauce spread perfectly underneath. Every time the familiar scent of tomato sauce and cheese fills my nose I'm reminded of the parties and celebrations I enjoyed so much as a little kid. Every time I walk past a pizza shop I'm pulled in by the delicious smell emitting from the oven and floating in the air. I always loved to watch the pizza man kneed the dough and flip it as he made it perfectly round. I have so many happy memories connected to the scent and taste of pizza and I love it so much, unlike eggplant. I absolutely hate eggplant. It's the grossest vegetable ever. It smells gross, it taste gross and looks like a mutated purple egg. When I was little I sneaked some from the vegetable bowl and tried it; I spit it out the moment I tasted it. To this day I have never liked eggplant. Between pizza or eggplant, pizza is the obvious choice.