I found this recipe from Jeannette Mango of
Parkesburg, Pennsylvania who noted,“I received this recipe as part of a gift, along with a lemon thyme plant and a fresh loaf of this pound cake-like bread. Everyone who tries it asks for the recipe.” Since lemon thyme is one of the herbs I grow in my garden, I thought I'd give it a try. Yummy! It's another of my husband's favorites; he seems to especially enjoy quick breads to go with his coffee for breakfast or dessert. Photo credit: Taste of Home,
www.tasteofhome.com.
LEMON-THYME TEA BREAD
Ingredients:
- 3/4 cup milk
- 1 tablespoon minced fresh thyme or 1 teaspoon dried thyme
- 1/2 cup butter, softened
- 1 cup sugar
- 2 eggs
- 2 cups all-purpose flour
- 1-1/2 teaspoons baking powder
- 1/4 teaspoon salt
- 1 tablespoon lemon juice
- 1 tablespoon grated lemon peel
GLAZE:
- 1/2 cup confectioners' sugar
- 1 tablespoon lemon juice
Directions:
In a microwave-safe bowl, combine milk and thyme. Microwave, uncovered, on high for 1-2 minutes or until bubbly; cover and let stand for 5 minutes. Cool to room temperature. In a large mixing bowl, cream butter and sugar. Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition. Combine the flour, baking powder and salt; add to creamed mixture alternately with reserved milk mixture. Stir in lemon juice and peel. Pour into a greased 9-in. x 5-in. loaf pan. Bake at 350° for 40-45 minutes or until a toothpick inserted near the center comes out clean. Cool for 10 minutes before removing from pan to a wire rack. GLAZE: In a small bowl, combine glaze ingredients until smooth; drizzle over bread.
Yield: 1 loaf.
Henry will be three years old in December. Let's see...dog years equal 7 per every 1 people year? That makes Henry a young adult. These pictures are recent; ain't he cute? Last season Mallard ducks visited our swimming pool regularly. Quack, quack, quack, Henry would hear their chatter and charge the pool like a speeding bullet to chase them away (that's how we learned Henry can swim to save his life). I don't think he craves duck meat; I think he just likes to see ducks take flight; maybe he wants to fly. But then again...he is a terrier, bred to... Sometimes those ducks would bob and float purposefully, just out of his reach; poor Hen! The ducks moved on and we haven't seen them in months. For a long time after, Henry would sit at the pool's edge looking wistfully up at the sky; waiting, listening. He finally gave up the hunt but, seriously, we can no longer say the "D" word out loud, nor can we quack. Maybe we should have named him Bullet, as in faster than a speeding bullet. Just say DUCK! DUCK! and there he goes! Poor doggie door!
