Sometimes, it's all about your vantage point.
Take this, for example.
It looks like a cake.
It smells like a cake.
...well, it tastes like a vanilla-flavored eraser.
Which is not quite as bad as you might imagine, actually.
So much for trying to make Elvis's favorite pound cake out of whole grain flours.
I am sure Elvis would not approve.
But hey, if you're going to screw up, you might as well own it.
Name it and claim it, people.
In honor of Friday the 13th, what's the worst luck you've had in the kitchen?