Is there a finite number of different cake recipes in the world? I bet not. My knowledge of cakey things is cringingly limited, centred around the western cuisines, and even in those there are new recipes to discover every day.
Whenever it looks like I’ve just about run out, baked it all and iced the lot, one quick Google search or a browse through the recipe books I have at home shows me clearly that there are so many cakes, so little time. There are things I’ve been meaning to make for ages and somehow can’t get round to them: meringue roulade, raspberry cheesecake or the black forest thing - to name only a few. And there are the tried and tested on which I’ve yet to inflict twists or combinations of my own.
That’s fantastic, one might say - every week something new. Ah, but it also means our faithful favourites like brownie, gateau Breton or the soft fruit variations are not made every couple of months, like they used to be in my private baking times. The Weather Man and I miss them - especially when the new things turn out NOT SO GOOD.
This cake sounded appealing: the olive oil in the mix and the blood orange zest, with chunks of orange baked in the mix. But the chunks made the cake impossibly soggy; the blood oranges lost their blush and turned plain orange colour for some reason; and the olive oil? Meh.
I’ve made corrections to the recipe below so it’s a nice enough cake now. Not a patch on brownie though.