“I wanted to go out to dinner. This was supposed to be a date. But my friends said ‘no, just cook for him,’” Broussard recalled. “When he went back for seconds they said ‘oh you got him, baby.’”  At the time of the fateful seven steak dinner date, Broussard was working for the St. Martin Parish Sheriff’s Office, staffing the dispatch line on the night shift. (nola.com)

She had three young children. She didn’t have the money to eat at restaurants very often and always brought home cooking to work. She called it lunch, even though on a night shift that meal break came in the wee hours. She started making extra and bringing in cartons to sell at work. The orders multiplied; her car was filling up. (nola.com)

“I think it was a sign that I should use my gift,” Broussard says today. (nola.com)