When attempting to make coconut macaroons, best to check you haven't let the cookbook slip a couple of pages while your back is turned. Otherwise, you get to the bit about piping the mixture out on to a backing tray and think "arse, I don't remember that, and I haven't got a piping thing" and just spoon it onto the tray in dollops instead. Also, make sure you've enough eggs, or you'll have to use one, where it says two.
That way, when you finally put the thing in the oven, you'll be spared looking back at the unopened bag of dessicated coconut on the worktop and wondering how they didn't make it into the list of ingredients.
All this also reminds me of working at Waterstone's, when one year I got really bored, and decided to make coconut squares for everyone. Cue me handing a small bag of coconut squares to the new girl, who was Irish, and had a large mole on her top lip.
ME: hello, I made some coconut squares.
MOLEY-LIP IRISH girl takes the bag and peers in it doubtfully.
MOLEY-LIP IRISH: So are you gay then?
ME: (feebly) No.
SHE DIDN'T EVEN SAY THANK YOU.
Update: THE RESULTS ARE IN. Oh blimey.
I arranged a couple rather prettily on a plate, and brought them upstairs for my loved one.
PATROCLUS: They look like-
ME: THEY DO NOT LOOK LIKE TURDS.