Friends, full disclosure here. This is in no way healthy. This is in every way decadent, stick-to-your-hips, raise-your-blood-sugar, delicious. To make matters worse, it’s easy. Apologies in advance.
One day, shortly after T was born, I happened to be lounging, nursing her and watching PBS, which is pretty much the only TV we have, being as we went cable-free over 2 years ago (and never looked back). Well, P. Allen Smith’s show came on. And he was making this Orange Marmalade Cake, which instantly grabbed my attention. How could it not? It looked so delicious and simple and fresh and lovely and scrumptious. And it has lived in my mind ever since. Finally, an excuse came along to make it: to celebrate the visit of a dear cousin.
Yellow cake, plus layers of mascarpone cheese, cointreau-tinged marmalade, slivered almonds, and fresh clementines. Well, I will refrain from tempting you more. But if the opportunity arises, and you feel like a splurge of gooey sweetness is in order, look no further.
PS: I made this with a gluten-free cake mix and it was fairly magical.