Here's the story:

I'm sitting by the pool with my mom today thinking about the "goodbye dinner" we were having for her at my brother-in-law's house.

"Awhh I should total bake something for tonight, I mean its been a while... and I could blog about it too.. Deal!" I thought to myself. 

"Gosh but what do I have in my cabinet that could make like a nice cobbler, or something fruity... Nothing. Okay, okay no fresh fruit on hand (not much on hand at all). AHA bundt cake of course. Great recipe, common ingredients. Amazing idea. yes yes." 

So I get home to start, 

and here's what's funny about whenever I personally make this chocolate bundt cake. 

I always give myself plentyyyy of time, knowing how long the actual baking process is, and knowing my perfectionism when it comes to giving edible gifts to people. But I still freakishly find myself rushing by the end. 

Like is party starting, people are calling; while I'm trying to get the hot lava cake out of the pan while throwing together a frosting, type of rush. And I hate it.

But this always happens, always, with me and any important dessert as of late.  

But tonight I was in pretty good shape. 

"Whewww I am a bit late, but I know they'll really enjoy this. I mean at least I have something to show for my tardiness!!" I made a nice vanilla meringue for the top and filled the hole with daisies. 

Purse? check. Chapstick? check. Phone. Keys? check. Good attitude? check! 

Hot, beautiful bundt in my left hand, keys in my right, walking out of the kitchen. and it happened. All so quickly I can't even give you an accurate re-cap. 

But cake and shattered platter are on the floor.. So mangled you wouldn't even recognize the poor things.

It was the type of situation where you don't jump into action, cry, or even blurt out impulsive, angry words. It's the stunned type of accident.. I wish I had this on video because I swear, I just looked down, in a daze at this crime scene for a good 2 minutes. Almost as if it never happened, just utterly shocked. 

Haha the staring continued along with a grin of denial as I watched the hot cake steam like a little volcano on my while tile. 

When I eventually arrived, all I had to show for myself was what looked like a pile of poop on a plate. It looked absolutely horrid, but it tasted fantastic! 

Long story short. I hope it helps you sleep at night knowing that this recipe is bullet proof. 

JUST SO YOU ALL KNOW.