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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All Boy, Oh Boy

Master Keegan has been giving us a preview of coming "terrible twos"attractions these past two weeks. Little moments of open defiance and light temper tantrums. What happened to my mellow guy? I keep reminding myself that he is exercising his free will and asserting his independence. But sometimes that's hard to keep in the forefront as your trying to wrestle him into whatever it is he is rebelling against. I always knew that being a boy he'd be covered in bumps and scrapes but I didn't think that would happen until later. He plays hard now and has no fear on the playground.
Fortunately most of the time he is still his wonderful self. Last night I watched him try to pry open a childproof cabinet using a piece of uncooked bucatelli. He really worked at it until the noodle had broken into tiny bits. Keegan is also in the boo-boo phase. The one where every time he perceives that he is hurt he runs around yelling "ouchie" until you kiss the boo-boo. He also now insists on carrying his own lunchbox which weighs a lot because of the ice pack, so it's a little awkward but manageable. Keegan does seem to have my penchant for cleanliness. He loves to wash his hands and brush his teeth and will remind me if I forget. He also likes to help put things in the trash. And whenever we come home he plops down on the second step to remove his shoes and we place them by mine on the shoe rack. And he is still so darn cuddly.

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