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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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Fast Forward

I just lost four days of my life. The last thing I remember I was taking Keegan on Fri. to get diagnosed with his 7th ear infection. Then we waited an half an hour for his prescription to be filled at the only pharmacy open late. It was my personal hell sitting under those fluorescents with a screaming wiggling child. Time stood still. We finally got home.
The next morning I woke up sick. Really sick. Achy, feverish, sore throat, coughing sick. I have been that way ever since. I tried to get a doctor's appointment yesterday and they wouldn't give me one. Apparently my symptoms weren't interesting enough. I should have lied. Instead I got a lecture on how to care for a cold. Plenty of fluids, over the counter meds, blah, blah. Nevermind that I am sleeping 16 hours straight and I don't fell better. Nevermind that I am basically unable to care for my child for more than two hours at a time. Nevermind that I had a grant due TODAY. Crap. I really hate being sick. I hate drugs. I hate being helpless.

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