Poop and cake UNITE!!!

My wife is an amazing cook and my roundness can attest to that truth.  Her enchiladas are to die for, her lettuce wraps taste like they're right out of PF Changs, and she makes some mean croissants if you ask me, so when she makes something new I get very, very excited!

Last night, Megs and I had the night to ourselves so we played some rousing Mario Cart battles against one another in which she totally whomped me Pwnd with a capitol P.  All the while, Megs had a Crock Pot chocolate pudding cake in, cooking to perfection.  The whole house smelled so good you have no idea and my mouth was watering like a big fat St. Bernard's.  Boy was I stoked for this cake!  

The cook book said the cake was supposed to look like this:  

But unfortunately, something happened during the "crock pot experience" that made the yummy pudding cake still yummy but a little. . .

 misshapen. . .

Regardless of how it looked, it was sinfully tasty with a side of cake batter ice cream.  Mmmmmmmmmm. . .

Again, Meygen has proven herself as a wonderful cook who can make even wood splinters taste like peppermint and frog legs taste like the greatest hot wings ever.  

Um... the end.

Cory