Lambeau Sunday, your turn to cook

Here's the deal — I own a foam cheesehead and I'm not apologizing for it. I'm thirty-three, work in HR at a logistics company, and my Sundays from September through January are spoken for. What I need is a guy who either loves the Packers enough to sit through a December game at Lambeau with me, or at least respects that I do. My last relationship cratered two years ago because he thought my game-day devotion was childish, which tells you everything about how that went. I'm warm, loud at appropriate moments, and quietly sentimental about the small stuff. Sunday dinner after a win at my place is my love language. I need someone who can cook something besides frozen pizza, because honestly I've been eating takeout for months and my body is staging a revolt. Tell me your best dish and maybe I'll invite you over for the next home game.