In 1956 my first boyfriend took me to a party at his house and I helped him make a Chef-Boy-ar-dee pizza mix with sausage. I had barely heard of pizza, let alone had any before. I thought it was great!
We went our separate ways, but recently reconnected in alumni communications and caught up with what we each have been doing for the last 65 years.
We were so innocent back then compared with what kids are exposed to these days.
My mother went to NYC a lot for fun as a teen. Her parents went up there a lot. Mid-‘50s she went to an Italian restaurant there (and, this girl’s best friend was a Baltimore Italian and we had Little Italy) and they offered “pizza pie”. When asked about it they described it as like a pie with tomatoes and cheese baked on. They didn’t like the sound of that so skipped it!