This is the cake that lives in my notebook between a grocery list and a phone number with no name next to it. It’s written in blue ink, slightly smudged, and it’s one of the best things to come out of my kitchen.
It’s not a butter cake — it’s built on olive oil and sour cream, which makes it impossibly moist and just a little tangy. The citrus zest (both lemon and orange) runs through the whole thing, and the whipped egg whites give it a lift that’s somewhere between a cake and a cloud. Then you fold in the raspberries, and they sink in just enough to burst when you eat it.
Seventy-five minutes in the oven sounds like a lot, but it’s a slow, gentle bake — the kind where the kitchen starts smelling incredible around minute thirty and you spend the rest of the time finding excuses to walk past the oven. Flip it out, dust it with powdered sugar, and try not to eat the first slice standing up at the counter. You will fail. That’s fine.
Makes: 1 cake • Prep: 20 min • Bake: 75 min