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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Erika's entry on gardening struck a chord with me.

"I've heard people talking about how zen gardening can be, but I had no idea. There's something about the smell of the dirt that's so calming. I'm learning patience - the idea that some things are out of my control, that things won't always be perfect right away, that there's wonder and energy in the little curls of green even before they become wildflowers I envision in my mind, and most importantly - and the hardest lesson for me to learn - that I need to step back and let things just be sometimes. I need to learn to find and embrace the beauty in that balance, in that state of simply being."

I get a therapeutic result from gardening too. I love to look around the yard and delight in the things I help grow. But her words really describe how I feel about keeping bees.
There is this moment when I am all garbed up, smoker wafting about my head and I start to take the outer cover off. Then it happens, "bee peace", this total calm. Not just calm but being lost in the moment. Movements are slow and smooth. I get the chance to peek in on their world. Each bee is busy going about their jobs trying to ignore me as much as possible. There in the frames each cell it tells the story. Eggs, baby bees, pollen or honey. Whatever perfect balance they need to thrive. But I am only in there to see how I can help. Are they running out of space? Are there signs of parasites that need to be dealt with? Is the queen alive and well and in charge?
You see you don't really keep bees, you manage their home. It's like being a really lucky landlord. That is why when people look at me like I am crazy for wanting to be with bees, I look back and think they have no idea what they are missing.

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