Alisa. 37. New Hampshire. Married for almost three years to this wonderful, funny, smart guy. Previously married. Went through in-vitro fertilization to have my five year old magical son Keegan. Stepmother to the charming Isabelle (6). Gushingly in love with our baby boy Harper(1). Policy Wonk and dreaded bureaucrat. Lover of fine cuisine, honeybees, truly romantic moments and the underdog.
Curried Beef Short Ribs

Note: I found this was more realistically four servings.

Finishing this dish with lime zest and juice brightens its rich flavors.

Yield 6 servings (serving size: about 3 ounces ribs, 2/3 cup rice, and about 2 1/2 tablespoons sauce)

2 teaspoons canola oil
2 pounds ...continue reading

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Poor Tom, I walked in the door crying last night after he thought I was fine an hour earlier when I called. Trying to be supportive, he told me. "I know you want to save the world, but you can't."
"I know, but I atleast wanted to save my little piece."
Erika has a great analogy. Except now that I am laid off I feel like I'm on a tiny rubber raft by myself trying to paddle back to the island but the current keeps pulling me out.
Okay no more sad, only happy thoughts for the weekend. Like how awesome and supportive my "blog buddies" are. Thanks for your comments!

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