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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Vanity Bonfire

The next time a little voice tells me to do something. I'm gonna do it. No, not THAT little voice. The smart one.
Because then I wouldn't have been walking across a frozen parking lot wearing high heels instead of my awesome snow clogs. And later on I wouldn't have caught my heel in my pant's cuff almost falling down the stairs. And I definitely wouldn't have slipped while picking Keegan up from daycare. Fortunately I had already put him in his carseat.
I live in New Hampshire. I knew it was going to snow. Heck I even knew it was going to change over to ice. I was duly warned. But nooooo.... I was all caught up in the excitement of picking out my snazzy outfit for my first hospital meeting. Stupid confidence predicated on feeling like I look good.
But I did look good. Which would have been so comforting in the ambulance after I slipped and cracked my skull and most probably broken a bone. If only you could have seen the fabulous necklace that was just the exact shade to bring out my blouse and eyes. I betcha thought the princess inside me had died years ago.
Nope. She lacks common sense so I try to keep her quiet. Silly princess.

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