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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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I was making supper tonight and Keegan was busy emptying out the kitchen cabinets. He has recently discovered the magical drawer full of wooden spoons and other cooking implements. Just as I was ready for him to sit at the table he brought the big round ball (supermarket special) into the kitchen. I almost took it away and insisted on him sitting at the table. But I stopped and watched him instead. We ended up playing a new game whacking the ball back and forth. He with his spatula and I with my whisk. Who cares about the fish sticks getting cold on his plate?
Eventually we did finish up the game and head to the table. And after dinner he made trips back and forth from the kitchen to the living room bringing me every utensil in the drawer and then taking them all back to the drawer. Twice. Before bed we snuggled on the couch and he ate yogurt covered raisins. But not before removing every lego and wearing the bucket on his head. Dragging out every ball in the house and counting one, two, three and leaping on the couch.
I am tired and I have a headache and usually I would have enforced a quieter evening routine. But his toothy grin, musical giggles and obvious delight were worth it. It's good to be the fun mommy too.

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