Much like my Olympic spirit, this cake just didn't want to happen.
I ran out of eggs, I couldn't find my recipe, I accidentally used dirty soapy dishes (but dry, so does it count if the soap is dry? Ugh. Don't tell me). I dropped pans, forgot ingredients, and generally functioned so below normal I was surprised I ended up with anything aside from a disastrously messy kitchen. Eventually I just sort of gave up and accepted my incompetence and figured at very least, whatever comes out of the oven can be washed down with my tears.
But alls well that ends in cake. And, despite all the trouble, this one is delicious and light and not too sweet, but still decadent enough to satisfy all cravings.
If you need a 4am treat to watch Canada (hopefully, maybe, and I dunno andwhowantstojixthings) bring home gold, this ombre red cake with seven minute frosting will do the trick and have you cheering for Team Canada all the way to the finish line. (Or some other metaphor that works for hockey).