Bite the bullet. A bullet has to taste better than what you made. I was drooling until you mentioned vanilla yogurt.
I don't do much cooking so I have to go back to circa autumn 1975. I made one of my favorites with my mom's recipe. It was horrible, really horrible. My DH ate it and said it was good while I threw a crying hissy. Some time later, I attempted to make veal parmesan. We were supposed to go to a party when both of us got sicker than sick. Not pretty in a little house with only one bathroom and very bad plumbing. I called our host to say that we had taken ill and thanked him for inviting us. He asked me if I had cooked. Yes, that's how sad my reputation is.
Then there was the infamous kitchen shower for my nephew's fiancée. I didn't attend, but sent a gift. We were requested to include a favorite recipe. I grabbed a recipe card and wrote: "What I make for Dinner: Reservations." At the wedding I met some of her family and was greeted with, "Oh so you're the aunt from Tennessee?"
I know how sad it is to throw out expensive failures...that veal was not cheap. And both recipes called for veal.
