Charcoal Briquettes of Batter. Joy.

I essentially wrote this to my college roommate in a letter ... but there is more space here, in which I was able to add more detail.

I think I need to get a bigger Bundt pan. I have a small Bundt pan ... and while it looked small, I figured, well, lets see how much batter the bugger can hold. Hmm. Almost to the top. This should be fine.

No. No it was not. I have never seen batter resemble charcoal briquettes - LIGHTED CHARCOAL BRIQUETTES - ever in my life. It overflowed the pan, was hanging like clocks in a Dalí painting on the rack, and was doing a good impression of one of the circles of Hell on the bottom of the oven. The freaking things are ON FIRE. I've been scooping them out with a long metal spoon and throwing them into the sink. I have no desire to light the garbage on fire. I can only imagine explaining that to the fire department. "Well, you see sir, the cake was on fire, so I just threw these here pieces of fiery batter into the garbage ...."

My eyes are somewhat watery from the smoke. I threw open the window and the sliding glass door, and for once in my life, was glad that the somke alarm was dismantled.

Fittingly, this is Devil's Food Cake. This would be ironic if it was Angel's Food Cake.

... and it turns out, I do have a bigger Bundt pan. It's with the other baking implements that I passed over, in order to make the Most Smokey, Flamey Fiery Bundt Cake and Matching Bundt Cake Briquettes.