Reminds me of the time when I and few of my friends were staying in my dad's and uncle's cabin in the hills for few weeks one summer, when we were about 15 or 16. One day one of us went down to the village to shop and came back with a very large basket of cherries. After eating about half of them fresh and growing tired of them, we decided to cook something with them. For a while we considered a cherry cake, but none of us ever baked a cake before, and to bake anything we would have to start the stove, which meant chopping wood, ..., so at the end we decided to make cherry dumplings, as those can be cooked on the propane burner. Them are fiddly little things, though, you have to wrap every individual cherry in the dough, and boil them just for the right amount of time. Our first batch was little bit overcooked, but mostly a success. Towards the end we got tired and started putting two or three cherries in one dumpling, and it worked fine. So in the second batch we put 4 or 5 cherries on each dumpling. You can probably guess where this is going. Few of them broke in the pot, but most of them were fine. We had just enough cherries and dough for one more batch, when one of us had a brilliant idea: let's make one large dumpling and put all the cherries in it. Well, it was a complete disaster. The whole thing came apart, and we ended up with a pot full of slippery mess, with overcooked cherries and pieces of slimy dough floating in it. It ended on the compost pile.