Andrew M.
Yelp
I generally don't bother with out-of-state reviews, but this place deserves to be an exception.
Although I don't live in the UP, I'm related to pretty much every other person you meet between Marquette and Wakefield. I spent many many summers there learning the important things in life: how to drive a Boston Whaler, how to clean a walleye, the importance of pronouncing it SOW-na and not SAW-na, and that the best way to judge a man is by the draw weight of his bow.
One of the nice things about having an army of relatives in the UP is they send you stuff. Mostly pasties, venison, and jam. When I was a kid I always thought it was weird that other kids in the neighborhood didn't have a freezer full of venison and they had never heard of boysenberries. Uncle Roy made amazing jam in equally amazing volume. When age started to finally catch up with Roy and his jam output decreased, I simply couldn't find an acceptable replacement. I honestly went a few years without eating jam as a result (at this point, every good Finn reading this asks, "But what did you put on your pannukakku??")
Enter jam from monks.
First, the obvious benefit: you get to tell people you get your jam from monks. If you can do this in a way that doesn't make you sound like a jackass, it's a fun conversation starter. You can even throw in little (true) details like, "A lot of the fruit is picked by monks who have taken a vow of silence." You're buying your jam from monks--there's no way to come out of this conversation without seeming a little weird, so you might as well own it.
The other obvious benefit: this is simply awesome jam. I was unknowingly spoiled as a child when it comes to jam and, as a result, I'm ridiculously picky. When Belle and I started dating, she thought the entire jam from monks thing was a little weird. But then I made her breakfast with their golden raspberry jam and she was a convert (pardon the pun). Even the top shelf stuff you find in most stores nowadays is too sweet and the actual flavor the fruit is muddled. This jam actually tastes like jam should taste--which is to say, like fruit, not sugar. As is often the case, the slightly more expensive stuff is the stuff you really want--thimbleberry, wild strawberry, wild blueberry, the raspberry trio are all standouts.
Their baked goods are also great and the physical store is worth a visit (the Keweenaw peninsula is a beautiful little corner of America that no one has heard of), but this review is about the jam, which can be mail ordered, even if you end up on a slightly weird mailing list. It's still totally worth it.