Perhaps I could get 20 apple pies on it.
So while I am preparing food on one corner of it, it is possible for a little boy to take a look at some buns that are rising, and snatch a piece from the top of one.
After Michael has taken what he needed the bun has an unusual shape.
There is no use trying to repair something like that.
I accept it, and bake it so that I don't disturb the dough around it.
|... an unusual shape, but not a culinary disaster ...|
You can see it the top of it is no longer smooth -- some curves and jagged edges, but not enough that I couldn't cover it up with extra icing.
No one would know the difference.
All's well that ends well.
And after all, the whole experiment was just a little flour, water and yeast.