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NORTHERN HARVEST: TWENTY MICHIGAN WOMEN IN FOOD AND FARMING


CAROL WORSLEY

Carol always loved to cook. Growing up on the Upper Peninsula with a French grandfather and a Finnish mother who prepared huge breakfasts daily for the menfolk working in the copper mines, she loved helping in the kitchen and feeding copious meals to enthusiastic friends. 
"My mother made the most beautiful cakes and tortes. . . . She and her friends would save up their eggs [during WWII] until they had twelve eggs, and then they would come to our house . . . and they'd make a sponge cake with twelve yolks and an angel food cake with twelve whites. They were heavenly."
But the big adventure came after she was married with little children, and with a cottage on Glen Lake, and a neighbor on Glen Lake who taught cooking classes in French cuisine.  Through that friend she later met Julia Child and Simone Beck and traveled and taught with them.

To learn more of how this all came to be—and to learn about Carol’s beautiful Thyme Inn in Glen Arbor, and to read the stories of nineteen other amazing women—Northern Harvest is now available from bookstores everywhere. 


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