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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It's My Perogative

Yesterday was my official last day at work, although I will do a few hours next week to wrap up. We had already planned to go to a co-worker's house and hang out. Even though I was over it after last weekend I brought stuff for chocolate fondue. I never actually got to make it. We had that much fun. So much I called Tom at 11pm already knowing there was no way I was making home. We talked, laughed, danced and sang until the wee hours. You've got to love the ratio of only three girls with all those boys.
Right after they dedicated and sang a song to me (which one I can not for the life of me remember), they made us sit in a circle. I had to sit in the middle and they began what is called "throwing of the roses." An exercise where each person takes turns telling the person in the center positive things. I am not the kind that likes to be the center of attention, but I loved hearing it. They were so serious, looking right into my eyes and saying all the things you forget to tell people in the day to day. Then they gave a me a picture taken Thurs. night. It had most of the staff and a lot of the teens I am particularly close to in it.
When the serious stuff was over we lightened the mood again with more retro 80s hip-hop. "Wild Thing" by Tone Loc anyone? I made it to 3am before I completely crashed on the aerobed.
This morning I showed Dirk how to make pancakes with letters and shapes in them. Poor Sovanna had to do all those dishes. I made little silver dollar pancakes for his almost three year old daughter. Then I packed it up (not much since I hadn't planned on staying over) and drove home. Don't you feel that showers are especially refreshing when you've slept in your clothes? Don't get me started on brushing my teeth. Yum minty.

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