The tl;dr version of our love story is, “Mr. Horseshoe and I met at a wedding.” Sort of.
The full story: We first met many moons ago in 2007 after we graduated from university. He was hosting a house party, and I came as a friend of a friend. We said hey, nice to meet you, and went off and did our own things. He was busy DJing his party, and I was outside by his fire pit for most of the night.
We didn’t see much of each other until August of 2011. A mutual friend of ours bought his first condo and had a housewarming party. Mr. Horseshoe and I ended up chatting and discovered a mutual love for baking/cooking. He also enjoyed the olive oil cake I brought. (Sounds a bit weird, but it’s a good recipe: Bake this cake and top with a basil lemon glaze!)
It was a pretty good cake. / Source: personal