On Tuesday evening, two nights before the 1st Raven's game of the season, and before our weekly date night dinner, I happened to hear a conversation about the Raven's opening preseason game. As I stated, I don't care much for football, and thus the conversation was not of interest, until I heard the next phrase, "against the 49ners." My ears perked up, and I knew I had to get tickets for Thursday nights game, our dinner would have to be postponed. So I investigated tickets on the internet and ended up getting a really good deal, for seats right over the 50 yard line.

Next was keeping the surprise a surprise. We went on as usual. We picked out some delicious sounding recipes for our typical Thursday night and we made our decision (so make sure to check back next week for a great summer BBQ veggie bowl). But when it came time to get the ingredients, I told Brenden I had something else in store for the night. We made the trip to Baltimore, and as soon as he saw the stadium he knew. He was so excited, and totally prepared to splurge of junky stadium food for the night. Luckily, we had a long walk from the car to the stadium and back, and about 1,000 stairs to climb to our seats, so we could burn off some of the calories. By the time we got to our seats after searching the vendors for a 49ers jersey with no luck, people watching the mass of fans, and grabbing some beer, the game was about to start and Brenden wasn't going anywhere. But my stomach was growling, and thus the food was left to me. Although I heard a tiny voice telling me to be good, my desire for something totally indulgent won over. I grabbed us some cheesesteaks and a giant, bottomless popcorn. It smelled delicious, and it was gone before I realized we hadn't taken a picture of it for this post.