An hors-d’ouvre. An amuse-bouche. Perhaps not so much for a main course, truth be told.
(Everything sounds more impressive if you throw French words at it, right?)
There’s a lace pattern I’d never knit because it just… hmm…Â Some of those rows put together were, to my eye, like the time my daughter, working at a small makes-their-own shop one summer, handed me a sample of the locally famous Gilroy Festival-inspired garlic ice cream and said, Here: you have to try this at least once.
I did row 1. I did row 3. None of any of the rest I did bore any relation whatsoever to what was printed on the page, and I had the delight of watching a whole new lace pattern coming to be.  Cool. (Many rows were unfortunately harmed in this scientific lace testing, making sure it’s safe for the cone-sumed knitter, but I can assure you they were put out of my misery gently.)
It came out kind of the equivalent of Computer Chip ice cream at that Silicon Valley shop, chocolate oddball shapes in orange. Good–but it’s sure not basic vanilla to which you can add all kinds of toppings. But ooh, does it go well with chocolate sauce.
It has enough character to stand alone. I’m scarfing it down.