I genuinely do not know what happened, but when you turn your partially cooled cake out of the pan and it does this:
Luckily the flavor was not compromised by it's lack of structural integrity and general resemblance to poo covered in poo topped with mini chocolate chips. That's right. We ate the thing. Not only that, but I took it to my in-laws for Sunday dinner and shared it with them in all its grotesque glory.
I have no shame when chocolate is involved.
Clearly I didn't follow the recipe very well, though, so it would be wrong to pretend that I know what I'm talking about by sharing it here. For all I know, I'd just be giving you instructions for making your very own giant poop donut.
But if you really want to try, you can go here.