But they can still be good.
Take, for instance, my recent tiramisu fail. My sister asked me to make tiramisu for her and I happily agreed.
She, and some friends, were going to eat it on Friday and it needs to set 48 hours before it's really good. So I needed to make it Wednesday. We had plans that evening and I hate feeling rushed. I came up with a plan. I went to the store Tuesday and got all the ingredients so I could start on it first thing Wednesday morning and have it finished by 2pm.
Everything was going according to plan. I made the mascarpone filling, whipped the cream and brewed some espresso. All was good.
Then I started layering it.
Lady fingers. Espresso. Mascarpone filling. Whipped cream. Mascarpone filling.
Hmm, something didn't look right. It looked a little goopey. Why were there so many lady fingers left? Oh, stink. I had forgot to put the second layer of espresso-drizzled lady fingers down.
At that point I kind of wanted to call it quits. I wanted to call my sister and tell her I failed. I wanted to hurl the bad batch out down the drain. (dramatic much) But, I regrouped and headed back to the store.
The second one came together pretty quickly and I didn't hurl the bad one down the drain. I stuck it in the refrigerator in hopes that it might still be good. I mean, it's mascarpone, whipped cream and lady fingers. How bad could it be?
Not bad at all. It may not look good, but it still tasted good.
I had a good plan. I think my subconscious sabotaged it. I was bummed that I wouldn't get to eat any of the tiramisu I was making for her and then I ended up with an entire 9x11 pan of goopey goodness!