How NOT to receive a gift

Generally, I tend to crave the more savory foods over sweets. Give me cracked black pepper Triscuits with cream cheese and habanero marmalade (my current obsession) over cheesecake or cookies any day. But there are a few exceptions - quality dark chocolate, carrot cake with cream cheese frosting, and peanut butter fudge.
Every year my mother exchanges sweets trays with the neighbor across the street, and the tray she (we!) receive has always had peanut butter fudge.
I look forward to it.
I crave it.
It is different from any other I've ever purchased, much more intensely-peanut-buttery than others I've tried. And this year there was none on the tray....and I was devastated. So much so that my dear, sweet mother snuck a jar of peanut butter into my husband's bag with instructions that he* should surprise me with peanut butter fudge when we got home.
He didn't have THE recipe, but looked online to the trusted Allrecipes.com for a popular one. For whatever the reason, it didn't work. Bless the man, he tried to salvage it by improvising, but the results were crumbly, too sweet, not very peanutty, and just not right.
And, in my disappointment, I did something I am not proud of. In front of a man who'd slaved to make something for me that he'd never made before - I cried "no, No, NO!!!!!" It would have only been more childish if I'd stomped my feet with each "no".
I hurt his feelings and all of my apologies were too late.
The next time we were visiting my parents, my mother went and got the recipe from her neighbor.
Upon investigating, we discovered that The Original Recipe does not have any milk or cream of any kind. Whereas the majority of recipes do call for evaporated milk or cream of some sort.
We now have the recipe stuck to the refrigerator. I suspect I am going to be the one to make it, because I can't bear the thought of him going through all of that work and, on a long shot, it not turning out for a second time. But, even if it NEVER turns out properly, I have learned my lesson. In these types of instances, it really is the thought that counts.

Maybe I'll make him something he likes while I'm at it.

*it should be noted that he is a far better cook than I am, so my mother's trust in his skills are never misguided.