This is the cake I make when I want something that feels a little fancy but behaves like a weeknight recipe. It is bright with orange zest, soft and plush from olive oil, and it comes together in one bowl with minimal drama. No creaming butter, no hauling out the mixer unless you feel like it.
The vibe is afternoon snack meets brunch dessert. It is the kind of cake you can slice with coffee, dress up with whipped yogurt cream, or just hit with powdered sugar and call it a day. Also, it is often better the next day, which feels like the universe throwing you a small, kind bone.

