Between the idea and the reality…falls the shadow. – T.S. Eliot. It’s inevitable. The meringue is soup. The cake is lead. Your caramel burns and your cake falls. And when it happens, there might be tears. Self-recrimination. Cursing. (Definitely cursing.) As you pour $$$ down the garbage disposal because even the dog won’t eat your food, you might feel as though the baking gods* have abandoned you to your fate. I am, of course, talking about the Bakes That Fail.