For me a few stand out. Most are with my husband (long before he was!).
He took me to brunches and dinners in Old Town Alexandria, Virginia. These were places I could never afford to go to myself, but it wasn't about the money. It was the atmosphere.
So I tried to pay him back, more or less, by making him dinner for Christmas Eve. Now, mind you, we really weren't that serious at that point. I just knew I couldn't afford the places he took me, and I was sure that it wasn't exactly within his budget.
So I bought a duck. I'd never cooked a duck. For that matter, now that I think of it, I'm not sure I even ever ate duck. I made it up as I went along. For some reason I just decided that was fancy, and I was going to do it. I bought red wine to use in the marinade, in spite of the fact that at the time I only drank white wine and no clue as to what I was buying, and Virginia had weird alcohol purchasing laws at the time. But I made a marinade of wine, onions, garlic.
I bought an avocado and some shrimp. Again, huge bucks for me. That, at least, was a huge success, marinaded shrimp in avocado halves. I really do not remember how I prepared them, but they were very pricey for my budget and I was thrilled.
But the duck? When I pulled it out of the marinade, it was a virulent shade of purple. When my date arrived, I was in tears. No way was that edible (although I bravely put it in the oven). Then, I didn't know that duck was so friggin' fatty that the apartment was literally smoking. My boyfriend arrived with me in tears.
In fact, the duck was perfectly fine. I don't remember what I made for sides (the shrimp in avocado halves was the appetizer, so I must have had a salad and starch, and maybe a desert). After baking, you couldn't tell the duck had looked so hideous going in.
My now husband arrived for the dinner to find his girl-friend in tears.
He married me anyway.