Me? Not so much, but every few years he gets me to go to a game with him. Today was the day.
In the past, I have always rewarded myself for going to a game with garlic fries, bratwurst, and sometimes cheese nachos. I was determined to not eat any of those things, and packed a baggie of carrot sticks and sliced red pepper. I put them, and a bottle of water into my purse with a cool pack.
Good intentions, but I was lead astray. Not by any of the favorites mentioned above, but by my own generous intentions (sure!) and a hot day.
Craig asked me to stand in line and get him a BBQ pork sandwich while he went to get a beer. The BBQ was being sold at the same stand as ice cream, and one of the ice cream options was a double dip in a cute little plastic baseball hat. (I'm really trying to put an altruistic spin on this) Craig loves ice cream and eats it almost every night at home.
I thought the cute cup would be fun to use as he watched and listened to all the play-off games in the upcoming weeks. But the only way I could get this special prize for him was to buy some ice cream.
I choose his favorite flavor, butter pecan.
After getting his sandwich and the ice cream, I went down to our seats to wait for him. It was really hot, and
I had to eat it.
It was very good.
I'm not ashamed, because I had really bought if for myself. Carrots only go so far. Only a saint would be willing to buy him a BBQ and pass on the Ice Cream.
I'm not a saint.
In addition to his BBQ, Craig also had a bratwurst.
He offered me the first bite. I said no.
He offered me the middle bite. I said no.
I ate the last bite.
I am not a saint.
It was very good.
I also ate my bag of veggies.
They were better than the bratwurst.
They tasted fresh and cool.
I shared them with Craig.
What have you indulged in lately?