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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Melrose Place

My little townhouse community has gotten quite interesting. Maybe they are all like this and I just never knew. But the singles' scene is fairly active. Each block of homes includes four units. In my block there is a couple in their twenties, me, the single chick in her late twenties and the twenty-something married couple on the end. See a theme? I'm the oldest. That'll freak you out.
Shortly after single chick moved in, living together couple set out to fix her up with one of their friends. This attempt was successful and they dated for the past two months. However single chick still wanted to be on the dating scene which proved difficult with her new guy spending the night 5 times a week and his friends living one door away and able to see her comings and goings. So single chick broke it off with the friend on Sunday night. I know this because I could hear them yelling and then he drove off never to return. This was confirmed when I ran into single chick yesterday after work. Not one to mourn long, single chick had a date with a new guy on Monday night. New guy happens to be a neighbor who lives in the next block of townhouses to our right. He had been chatting her up when they were both outside walking their dogs.

So single chick went out with him and this is the meat of what she told me:
The guy claims to be a local doctor (this is actually true because I looked him up). He picked her up and chose the restaurant because it was "intimate." She claims this should have been her first clue to bail out. During the course of dinner she watched him try to secretly take some kind of pill. She theorizes that it was V*agra. Either way she wasn't leaving her drink unattended. Part way through dinner he decided to move over and sit by her. Single chick says the conversation was not going well and she was indicating that she wasn't interested in him. She says she is too young to date a guy who is divorced and has three children (who by the way live down South). The doctor becomes agitated and asks why they can't just go to dinner, have a nice time, get drunk and have sex? By this time she wants to flee the scene. During this conversation he begins stroking her hair and then she realizes that he is using his other hand to rub himself. Beyond creepy. She avoids looking down so as not to encourage him. Because she didn't drive herself she has to accept a ride home from him. She makes it abundantly clear that she is not interested in him. At some point he asks her what the deal is with the single woman with a child who lives next door to her (me!). She assured him that I am seriously involved with someone.
Good lord I dodged that bullet. Now we both have to manage to avoid him, forever. You just never know with some people. He seemed so nice.

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