Cake, the photograph

So I go into the kitchen last night to cut myself a piece of chocolate cake, the cake I told you about yesterday. The one I refused to photograph. Shabby, I thought; poor thing tasted great but looked sad. And so I cut off a slice, plated it, and set the plate down beside my mug of tea. I look for a second or two, then grab the camera. What would it hurt, I thought, to just shoot a few photos and see what comes of it. The slice on the plate wasn't looking too dismal. And so I did, and you see the results above. One piece of chocolate cake, looking yummy if I do say so myself.