Fifteen years ago today, we didn't get married because we both got Salmonella food poisoning on the day we had planned to get married.
I remember it clearly, us laying side by side on that mattress on the floor, and him trying to grab my clammy hand, but half missing it because of the effects of dehydration, so his sweaty palm was sort of barely touching mine, and he said,
"If we survive this, do you still want to get married?"
It was the most romantic moment of my life. I said "yes" and turned to the side and vomited into a bowl.
Hard to believe it's been fifteen years. This year, we're doing cheesecake:
We've had some good cakes in the past, too: