There is no doubt: I am a Pineapple Upside-Down Cake.
When I was in the Navy in 1976 as a young Airman Apprentice in VA-46 aboard the JFK, we were tied up to Pier 12 in Norfolk, VA, getting ready to go to sea for carrier qualifications. I was serving time in the Chief's Mess, and it was July 4th, 1776. I remember because we were doing galley duty watching the Bicentennial Ceremony on an overhead television as it was happening in New York.
I remember feeling kind of wretched, thinking "Well, this sucks. THOSE guys are going on Liberty..."
I also remember that day, the large pans of uneaten pineapple cake that came to us in the scullery. Big, huge flat pans filled with yellow cake and a ring of pineapple on each square. I seem to recall they were about two feet wide, three feet long, and two inches deep. The pineapples had been laid out on top, probably five or six across and maybe 10-12 down. The plain yellow cake underneath was okay, but it was the nice, caramelized top that made them irresistible!
I think at least six of those pans came in, and we were just using big spatulas to scrape the uneaten cake into the large, black, gaping maw of the industrial strength garbage disposal. You could probably fit a basketball in that, and we used to stand a few feet away and toss the china plates into the roaring black opening, just to watch it eat them completely without even a hiccup!
I remember stuffing my face with that cake...as I took each pan, I just dug my fingers in and shoved it in my mouth before consigning it to The Hole. It was so wasteful, but hey, you did what they told you to do!