Summer is more than a season—it’s a rhythm. It’s when gardens overflow, fish are pulled fresh from lakes, berries are gathered by the handful, and food is cooked outside, often surrounded by community.

If you've ever tasted bannock hot from the pan, slightly crisp at the edges and soft in the middle—maybe with a smear of butter or jam—you've felt a sliver of what this bread means to so many. For some, it evokes childhood campfires. For others, it’s a reminder of powwows, family tables, or school lessons in a community kitchen. For Indigenous communities across Canada, bannock tells a story far richer than its humble ingredients suggest.