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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Tales Of A Single Mother

Two of my favorite moments when I got my belly button pierced.

Scene One
Erik (the piercing guy): Do you want to pick out the specific jewelry?
Alisa: Sure.
Erik: How about Tinkerbell? Care Bears?
Alisa: Um, no. What do I look like?
He reaches in the piercing tackle box and pulls one out.
Erik: Mudflap girl?

Scene Two (Backroom of tattoo parlor where all the piercing takes place)
Erik: What are you having done?
Alisa: I want my belly button pierced.
Erik: Show me your navel.
Angie: Nipple? Did he say nipple?
Alisa: Yes, somehow that is medically relevant to piercing my belly.

PS I did not choose the mudflap girl. Or ACDC, although I was tempted. What I did choose is between me and those people close enough to get a look.

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