Cold breakfast pizza was a weekend ritual in my house, and I'm baffled by the hate

When I was a kid, leftover pizza from Friday night was Saturday morning fuel. We just grabbed a slice from the fridge, no heating needed. Now, I see people online calling it gross or lazy. But to me, it tastes like childhood Saturdays. I had a thought that our snack habits are tied to family traditions. My friends mock me for it, but I stand by cold pizza. It is more than food, it is a happy memory.