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Nancy's Story



NORTHERN HARVEST: TWENTY MICHIGAN WOMEN IN FOOD AND FARMING
https://wsupress.wayne.edu/books/detail/northern-harvest
NANCY KRCEK ALLEN   

Chef-educator Nancy Krcek Allen’s mother was Ukrainian, her father Czech. This fueled her passion for international cuisines. She has traveled the world to study them. Studying in Culinary Institutes on both coasts, running a restaurant, a catering business and a cooking school, Nancy has exceled in many domains in the food business.

 
Nancy is the proud author of Discovering Global Cuisines: Traditional Flavors and Techniques, a magisterial culinary textbook, deeply researched and beautifully illustrated.  And available from Amazon. The virus currently prevents us from enjoying international travel, but thanks to Nancy you can explore international cuisine.



To learn more of Nancy’s story and the stories of 19 other amazing women in the food business, Northern Harvest is now available from Amazon and your favorite local bookstore.

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