My Beautiful Cake

My granddaughter baked 

me a cake this morning. 

 Never mind that I'm off wheat and other grains for the next few weeks. 

She stirred, 

poured it in the pan, 

and when it came out of the oven, 

I ran for my camera.

I was a bit slow,

yes,

over half of the cake had disappeared

long before it was cool enough

to frost.

Here are 3 of the culprits

the 4th went outside before I could 

get him in the photo.

Now, 5 hrs later, there is one slice of cake left.