Back in early 2009 my favorite cupcake place didn’t make their famous Valentine’s Day cupcake like it had been. For some reason they tried a new recipe that year & it stunk. My now husband made me

Death Cake but it was uneatable & gross. I know he did the best he could but this was before he discovered the joy of baking. He came over to the apartment I was renting & surprised me with it. The death cake had ganache in it something he’d never made before.

To this day I remember how jealous my roommate was, even though the bake was uneatable. It was such a sweet gesture & 6 months later he proposed.