What she saw as she peeked through the window wasn't exactly what she was expecting, so she decided to wait a few minutes before opening the door.
When she did, a blast of hot air hit her body, causing her to jump back and drop her potholder.
Her mother handed her another potholder so she could pull out her first "made from scratch" cake from the oven and place it on a rack to cool.
As the cake cooled she watched in horror as it seemed to settle back into itself and even change to a darker color in the center.
Whatever was supposed to activate the cake to rise didn't, and although the family attempted to enjoy their dessert, in the end all agreed she should carry it to the barn and give it to the hogs.
The fact that even the hogs wouldn't eat the very dense, gluey textured center of the cake didn't make her feel any better, nor make her want to stir up another sponge cake any time too soon.