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
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Out of His Shell

When I first started dating Tom he lived with a friend of ours from work. They were like many other single guys with disposable income. They bought random crap simply on a whim. Video game systems, power tools and poor unfortunate pets. Oh how proud they were of their new fish tank complete with colored rocks, fake plants and a bubbling treasure chest. Then came the fish. They bought a bunch of little neons but their filter was so strong they all got sucked in to their doom. Poor fishies never stood a chance. If it wasn't equipment issues it was cannibalism. Finally they threw out the fish idea and went shopping again.
They came home that evening with a turtle. We named him Seymour (after the guy in "Little Shop of Horrors"), J. (after Homer Simpson's middle name), Turtle (well that part is obvious). Seymour J. Turtle had to have the best of everything. Tom's roommate Chris decided to make him a ramp into the water using plexiglass and a small torch. Chris is the kind of guy who used to fall going up the stairs carrying his laundry. Not the kind of guy you wanted near fire. Well after several scary moments Seymour's place was move in perfect.
We couldn't be content to just let Seymour hang out in his aquarium either lounging in his astro-turfed loft and paddling in his heater controlled pool. We decided that Seymour really wanted to see the world. That is when we started taking the turtle for walks. I know what you are thinking, no we didn't have him on a leash, because THAT would have been silly. The thing about Seymour is that you really had to keep an eye on him. No matter how far into the grass you'd place him he always headed for the street. Every time we'd chase (I use that term loosely) him down and have to put him back in a safe spot. Crazy turtle.
Apparently fate has brought another Seymour into my life. This time in the form of my son. No matter where I place Keegan he always ends up in the wrong spot. Nevermind that he is only five months and can only roll or creep. That kid can cover some turf. I went down to wash the diapers and came back to him across the room. Gee, I wasn't gone that long. Even when I am right on top of him he leaves the comfy quilt in the middle of the room and ends up wedged between the ottoman and the coffee table. This my friends is why it is never too early to child-proof your home. Just imagine when he learns to crawl or walk. Be afraid, be very afraid. What's his favorite toy to play with on the floor? A turtle.
Oh by the way, we ended up getting Seymour when Chris and Tom split to get married. We dragged that turtle all over the place. Once we moved here Seymour had grown so big we knew we no longer had the space to keep him. So we gave him to a nice family in Rochester, Ny where he lives in a big pond. No I swear it's not a cover for the fact he died. In fact it was only after giving Seymour away that we learned all this time he was a she.

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