I warned you in the previous post for Tangy Lemon Bars that I was in my yearly lemon phase. This is recipe #2.
A couple of weeks ago I overheard two women talking. There was a nice woman and an ornery woman. The ornery woman kept making negative comments about everything from paint colors to the weather. On the other hand, the nice woman would try to counter with positive statements.
Apparently the two women were somehow related. They were talking about a family gathering that was to take place the next day and the nice woman said that she had been asked to bring a loaf of lemon poppy seed bread. She went on to say that she had never made lemon poppy seed bread–she had made a zucchini lemon bread and regular poppy seed bread, but not lemon poppy seed bread. She seemed distraught and obviously wanted to make the requested bread.
The ornery woman had a quick answer for her. “Just make poppy seed bread and put yellow food coloring in it. That’s what I’d do.”
Okaaaay. Since when did something taste like lemon just because it had yellow food coloring in it?
Of course as I was listening to the two of them talking, I started formulating this blog post in my head. So many random things are blog worthy, at least from my perspective. I hear or see things all the time which I’d like to work into a blog post. Sometimes I have to get a little creative in order to fit the food to the incident or the incident to the food. The story in this post worked out rather well!
I don’t have a recipe of my own for lemon poppy seed bread, so I had to find one on the internet. It turned out to be a lot more difficult than I had thought it would be. Somewhere in my head was the perfect lemon poppy seed bread. I had eaten it once. I just knew that I had eaten it, but where? When?
My daughter, Katie, came home for a couple of days. She ate a piece of the first bread I made–we both agreed it was garbage can worthy. “Mom, I remember that you made a really good lemon poppy seed bread once. I know I remember eating it. It was all crunchy on top and was really lemony.”
I remembered the same bread, but I honestly couldn’t remember ever having made it; I just had that lingering memory of having eaten it. For a while I thought that maybe I had just dreamed it up. Then, one day recently I finally remembered where I had eaten it–Costco. It had come from Costco. Bummer. Recreating that little jewel was going to be nigh unto impossible. At least I didn’t have to search in vain any more for “that” recipe. Somehow that seemed very freeing. Not.
I am not a baker. I don’t know the rules about baking quick breads. Baking is all about math and chemistry and which way the wind is blowing at any given second on a given day and how the planets are aligned and it takes a sixth sense or maybe a twelfth sense. So, the bottom line is this: I ended up making four different breads before I found one that passed muster. It’s one of those breads that actually gets better overnight. What more could a girl want?
The original recipe called for the bread to be baked in 4 mini loaf pans. I chose to use one 9-inch loaf pan.