What IS it?

Seven children are in my house, seven children are waiting for breakfast. I had to leave early and unexpectedly this morning and came home to make pancakes.
But wait,
what is this.....


Daddy made a cake.
"What's in the oven? What did you make?" I asked.
"I don't know." he said.
Interesting.
"It's some sort of cake." he added.
.

The question is, is it a good cake?
.

Yep.
Daddy can make a cake without a recipe. A good one.
I can't do that.
He just did my job. Without directions.
I'm torn between feeling purposeless, and really, really, blessed.