Frozen pizza is of course terrible, and yet there’s just something satisfying about that cracker-stiff crust. You can litterally snap that thing in two, and it tastes like…my mouth, like nothing. But still it somehow manages to get filed under “good idea” in my brain. Maybe it’s the nostalgia factor: frozen pizza = babysitter nights. Marathon Connect Four sessions, extended bed-time, and frozen pizza! Yessss.