The rain is here for a few days, and with it came a moment to pause, pick blueberries, bake, and spend time with family. I headed up to my parent's cabin in the woods, which is a 2.5 hour drive and completely removed from the pace of the city. It takes about 24 hours after I arrive, but then it happens: I sit on the front porch and am content to stare at the lake, passing the time without thought, except to notice the sun arch past the trees.
 |  The blueberries are in. Bright blue gems pop out against the green forest floor and stain our fingers. |
 Myron waits expectantly to share our harvest.
The blueberry jam was made with a bit of sugar, cinnamon, and lime juice. We cooked it down for close to 45 minutes until it became thick and condensed. The banana bread came together quickly, and we gently folded in the blueberries before popping it into the oven. |   |
 Wild Alaskan Blueberry Jam |  Banana Blueberry Bread |
