As if Target isn't enough of an obsession, the place has a Pizza Hut Express. And do you know what Pizza Hut Express has? Personal Pan Pizzas. These little circles of joy are not new to me - my college had a PHE and I ate these ALL THE TIME. Not for dinner, but for a late-night snack. Rob and I would just pop over to the open-late lodge and gorge ourselves with milkshakes and personal pan pizzas. Highlight of my college experience, right there. YUM. I hadn't had a PPP since I graduated...until now. Now, my blessed blessed Target has brought them back into my life.

Yesterday I had to make a Target run after work, and I might have spent most of the workday daydreaming about eating a cheese personal pan pizza. Not saying that I did, just that I might have.

Part of the allure is that they are pre-made and sitting right there under the heat lamp. Can we say instant gratification? I can just swoop in, grab one, throw some money at the cashier and have that pizza in my mouth before I'm out the door. And ohhhhh it is soooo good. The cheese one is the best. We're talking at least 2 inches of cheese, people. Two inches of CHEESE. And the crust is crusty on the outside but chewy on the inside. And the thing is cut into four of the cutest little pizza wedges you ever have seen. But the kicker? The kicker is the grease. A little oozes out of the cheese with each bite. Not too much - just enough to add the signature PPP cheese-grease flavor.

I've sorta been to Target a lot since it opened. Like, I'm averaging every other day or so. And let's just say that my willpower is about 50% what it should be, so I am buying a PPP on about one-half of my Target visits. And then eating it on the way home. And then hiding the box in the trash in the garage so Rob won't find out why I'm not hungry for dinner.