(Thanks, Cooking With My Kid - that picture's much prettier than mine!)
I can't really discern whether it's my favorite because it's delicious (which it is) or because it's the only Passover-related thing that my kitchen-challenged self can reliably prepare for a tableful of generally discerning Jewish people (which it also is - I mean, for example, have you seen how you make gefilte fish?!).
Conversely, one of my least favorite things to eat is oatmeal. This makes pretty much no sense, because I enjoy Cream of Wheat, Asian porridges (Chinese zhou, Vietnamese cháo; even that Japanese grated yam dish that has the consistency of snot...it's called tororo, I believe) yogurt with granola, and other oatmeal-like things. There's just something about oatmeal, its watery slight sweetness, that tastes and feels like someone left Cheerios and skim milk out on the porch in the sun.
I ate it on my windowsill to give it more of an 'I'm picnicking in the forest' feel. It was called ashure, and was more oatmeal-like than charoset-like - but really it departed quickly from both.
I can see how it might be better with fresh peaches rather than canned, because every time I got a surprising crunch and burst of juice from a pomegranate seed, I got a little electric shiver of delight. The chickpeas lent an almost Asian-dessert-like quality (with its always confounding emphasis on sweet legumes) and the cinnamon sauce all runny in the middle brought to mind a warm, gooey cinnamon roll.
Not bad for something I chose by pointing at random into a display case!