Bake

– At least it's edible. In places.
– But you wouldn't want to eat much of it?
– Maybe not a whole slice, no. But it has an intriguing flavour. Apple, did you say?
– Perhaps I should give up with baking. It is just one failure after another.
– I am sure you are making steady, if slow, progress. Remember the lemon drizzle cake?
– I'd rather not.
– There you go: you've moved on significantly from those dark days. It is just a matter of time, and frequent practice.
– But that's the thing: the more I practise, the more I accumulate these unpalatable slabs of cake that nobody wants.
– I am sure you could find a good home for them. Or try baking something smaller. And anyway, winter will be here soon: think of the hearty nourishment your cakes will provide to the garden birds.
– I suspect they will turn their noses up at them.
– Or at least their beaks.