Junk food is grossly appealing to me today.
The following awesomeness is about as processed as I tend to get:
(a claim I can make because the internet can't see the jumbo Russell Stover box over there on the dining table)
|maybe not the whole bag of peas, that would edge out the junkiness|
a giant bowl, 5 minutes, a microwave, and a big sprinkling of black pepper