of course it’s outside the box.
And minutes before his pardon is received.
snicker Cyanide and Happiness has a great comic strip about that 
You had me at cooked black and blue.
I once had a cheese that was fried, frozen then baked. I want it delivered by the dumptruck.
If you will excuse me I need to figure out how to chill a cement truck I’ll be using to mix my martini.
Deep-fried cod, and just some big piles of the fried batter itself. That’s the first thing I think of. Some other candidates:
Deep-fried cheddar.
That salty dust at the bottom of a jar of dry roasted peanuts.
Donuts.
Bacon peanut butter sandwiches on toast.
Fried chicken, especially the skins, extra-crispy.
Bluefin tuna nigiri with real wasabi relish and lots of soy sauce.
Soy sauce.
Partially-burnt pepperoni.
Bacon. I have a lot of favorites but I’ve never had too much bacon. I could eat it every day, all day long. Occasionally I do. Some mornings I’ve cooked a pound (or two) and made a sandwich or fixed some eggs to go with it and left the rest for the others. If they don’t get up for a while I’ll have some more, leaving the rest for them. If they don’t eat it, or all of it, I think “I’ll keep the rest for tomorrow’s breakfast.” By afternoon I’m eating it for a snack.
Not too long ago I told my husband that if I’m ever on my deathbed and he tries to rally me with some bacon and I don’t even try to sit up and eat it, that’s it. That’s all she wrote. I’m really dying.
He already knew.
Potatoes in all forms, but especially mashed with a ton of butter and garlic, baked, chips, homefires with onions and peppers, in Jansson’s temptation, potatoes Anna, hasselback potatoes…
Pizza. New York style pizza, thin crust, heavy on the spicy red sauce, accompanied by not too bitter beer.
home-baked bread, fresh out of the oven, with butter.
Oh, for a metabolism that can handle carbs….
Sushi
Cheesesteaks
Ribeye steak
Cake, pie, and ice cream
Onion rings
Italian sub sandwiches
Fried chicken
Korean spicy pork
Korean mandu dumplings
Kolaches
Chips, salsa, and guacamole
New York style pizza
Foie Gras
High-quality bread and butter
Biscuits and gravy
Runny fried eggs
Belgian waffles
Tempura seafood and vegetables
Fluffy pancakes with syrup
Burritos
Blues singer/guitarist Jimmy Rogers’ “My Last Meal.”
Or gin.
Compared to everything else people are suggesting, this sounds pretty healthy. While watermelon isn’t calorie-free (Unca Google says 85 calories/slice, though I don’t know how big a slice is), it’s pretty good value-for-satiety. I think you should eat as much as you want.
It’s pretty severe on glycemic index though.
When I visit Maine in the summer, I spend a week eating lobster drowned in butter. Also ice cream. And ridiculous amounts of bacon (so much so, it’s a running joke with the vacation crew). Don’t gain an ounce because we spend so much time sailing and walking and kayaking and so on.
I suspect the issue is that physical objects are imperfect copies of their abstract forms. It’s hard to get a really, really good watermelon. 
Hot, buttered, salted corn on the cob. I already eat it until I get sick and still want more.
Watermelon. Slice after slice.
Bing cherries. I love them so and I get such stomach aches.
Everybody has really good choices. But we had to pick a very small selection so I went with my absolute favorite stuff =)
Biscuits with sweet milk gravy and sausage
Pizza with every topping the law allows
Ice cream with oreos crushed in it topped with Magic Shell and Whipped Cream
Fried cheese sticks dipped in pizza sauce.
Chocolate covered cream filled donuts. Bavarian cream, not the white fluffy kind.
Sigh… it just aint fair.
Scrapple
Roasted and salted, smoke-flavored almonds.
Damn things are more addictive than crack. I could easily eat a whole bag of them. Big bag.
Warm, runny egg yolks. An entire coop’s worth at once.
Roasted chicken: just the fond and crispy skin. And more fond. Roast all the chickens that gave me all the egg yolks mentioned above.
Movie theatre popcorn with extra butter. And yes, I know it’s “butter” and not real butter and it’s just neon-yellow goo of questionable origins. Don’t care. Gimme another trough; I can - and have - eaten that stuff 'till I’m literally sick, and then gone back for more. Roman rules, yanno.
Laying hens are not the same as roasting chickens. Just like there are dairy cattle & beef cattle.