Baking was not your thing or your boyfriend’s thing. But yet, here you were, baking with him.

A family event was coming up— his tita’s birthday and you two were in charge with the desserts. Though, the idea was dreadful, you didn’t have a choice.

After many hours of brainstorming, you two finally came up with something, Haitian orange cake, Crisanto’s favourite.

“Uhm… the recipe says to grab one and one half cup of sugar.” He read out loud, squinting his eyes as he looked at his phone.

He gestured to the cabinet where the “sugar” was but instead, it was salt.

You both were hopeless.