i think that probably everyone with the capability to eat has a very specific guilty pleasure that they indulge in every now and again.  during an average week, i eat as much fresh produce as i can without causing myself to suffer for it, and i at least attempt to eat minimally the processed variety of food that is so difficult to avoid due to its ease and prevalence. but every once in a shitty week, there is nothing better than just that kind of thing.  for me, nothing beats straight-out-of-the-box, just-add-eggs-and-oil brownies.  and if i get to be picky, it's ghiradelli double chocolate brownie mix.  

i eat the batter raw by the finger-full.  i eat the finished product right out of the oven, so hot that it burns my tongue and scorches a few taste buds.  i eat them with ice cream, with hot fudge, with walnuts, just undercooked enough so that they stay gooey and moist even after they've cooled.  my favorite way to eat box brownies, however, is secretly.  my mouth knows no greater joy than when i sneak into the kitchen, after everyone is in bed and the lights are off, open the corner of the tupperware as slowly and quietly as i can, tear off a hunk of the nearest square, and scurry back onto my mattress where i savor the spoils of my stealth raid piece by piece.  something about the whole endeavor makes the chocolate taste more chocolaty, the texture more velvety, and the gratification unbeatable.  

the following recipe (i use that term here loosely) is a guilty pleasure of the savory kind.  specifically, it's my cousin jason's.  behold, the super dog.

it's just your average hot dog bun, topped with cheese (we used pepper jack); then, add a hebrew national hotdog, new castle chili, coleslaw, and lastly, pickles to top it all off.  simple, quick, & unashamedly delicious. 

there may be more preservatives in a single bite than a quart of embalming fluid, but you've gotta go somehow;  might as well make it on a high note.