Blueberry Bread
Finally a good blueberry year in the Swedish mountains! After three or four very poor berry years, the woods and the lower mountain slopes are carpeted with luscious, ripe blueberries- some of them the size of grapes. The taste is intense, heightened by slow ripening during the long days and short nights of the the sub-arctic summer. (I am a bit too far south for proper midnight sun, but close enough).
Having stacked the freezer with enough jam to last us for the winter as well as for another stretch of poor berry years, I wanted to use some fresh berries in a bread.