My middle daughter enters the kitchen. She's sick so she has to stand back from the baking center by about fifteen or so feet (give or take an inch). She ventures an observation, "Mom, yours doesn't exactly look like the one in the picture."
Remember, she is speaking from some fifteen feet away...possibly fifty.
"I know, honey. Mine never does. That's why I'm not on television with Rachael Ray and Paula Deen making the big bucks. But it tastes all the same, doesn't it?"