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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.
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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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Messengers

Okay I had this dream during my nap.
I go downstairs to take one of our dogs out. When I open the door there is a whole mass of bees. My bees. In one collective buzzy voice they speak to me. And say, "You suck as a beekeeper, we want to go back to Georgia."

Anxious much? I have gone to sleep each night so far thinking of them. I am worried I have forgotten to do something and things in my hive are not well. But during each day I see the girls flying around the yard. One of them was resting on my porch door the other day. She was the most beautiful gold color. Of course my opinion might be a little biased.

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