52 Pies Project: Old Fashioned Maple Syrup Pie

Old Fashioned Maple Syrup Pie/ Aimee Broussard's 52 Pies Project

A few months ago I was invited to be a guest at the 2015 National Maple Syrup Festival in Brown County, Indiana.  The timing didn’t quite work out for me to attend and you’d think I would’ve stopped having thoughts about a festival devoted to the sweet, syrupy goodness that is maple syrup but I haven’t…. therefore this week’s 52 Pies Project: Old Fashioned Maple Syrup Pie is

52 Pies Project: Individual Strawberry Daiquiri Pies

strawberry daiquiri pie featured

Disclaimer: If you’re here looking for a pie to serve to your children for Valentine’s Day….keep on trucking. This is NOT your pie.  These Individual Strawberry Daiquiri Pies should be reserved for those of adult beverage drinking age and if that’s what you’re searching,then hey, hey let’s get tipsy on pie today! Ok, fine. There’s not quite that much alcohol in the pies to get

2015 Word of the Year

Word of the Year Necklace

For the past two, or maybe three years rather than resolutions I have spent some time choosing a word that would better define and shape the year. I make resolutions, too. You know the ones-  the usual lose weight, go to church more, drink less carbonated beverages, be a better person, blah blah blah….but the word that you can carry around with you throughout the

Holiday Floor Cleaning Singing

Cavalier King Charles Spaniel Family

I’m happy to have partnered with O-Cedar for today’s post brought to you by Collective Bias, Inc. and its advertiser however all opinions are entirely my own. #CleanForTheHolidays #CollectiveBias With Thanksgiving in a mere 11 days, it’s time to start thinking about Holiday preparations and all the cooking and cleaning that come along with it.  And while you’re whipping your home into sparkling clean shape,  I’m

And Murphy Makes Three!

dogs are a girl's best friend

Last week, I picked up “Floyd” as the newest temporary member of the Broussard clan. Floyd was a rescue pup, just as Dennis was and through the same organization. Everything told me to say no, that the timing was wrong and that I was unavailable to foster at the moment. It was the husband’s birthday week. It was a week of approximately 5,000 deadlines that were