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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I had such a weird dream last night. Okay it was really this morning sometime between Keegan's wake ups. This is what I remember:
I was apparently a member of some kind of women's club (perhaps similar to the Junior League). One of members had recently been elected to the Senate. I was upset because I didn't feel that enough attention was being paid to this fact. So I worked with some friends to propose a new committee. The day of the announcement I got all dressed up in a white suit (that isn't even the most disturbing part). I had borrowed the suit from my mother and was concerned that the hemline wasn't falling in the appropriate place.
So I get on stage and announce the creation of the "Political Is Personal" committee. I make this whole speech about how impressive it is that our fellow member is a Senator and proceed to explain the entire process of national government. Right as I am finshing my speech with a flourish, they announce a surprise.
Oprah has come to cover the story. There she is in all her glory greeting me on the stage and congratulating me on my work. Here is the truly scary part....
I am crying because I am so thrilled to meet her. I gush and bawl as I tell her it has been my dream for so long. I think later on we both go visit underprivileged children together but that part gets fuzzy.

I woke up so creeped out. And frankly a little disappointed in myself that I acted like such a fool in front of Oprah.

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