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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Tom called me after I got back from my meeting in the mountains. He had to pick Keegan up from daycare because he is running a fever. 103. Nice. So he has him at home taking tylenol and I had him check for rashes, spots, whatever maybe out of the ordinary. Strep throat is going around his classroom. Or maybe his sleep disturbing cough has developed into an upper respiratory infection. Whatever it is I am starting to regret dropping out of pre-med. I am also regretting thinking earlier this month how we were doing so well this sick season without the ear infections. I guess we're getting the "everything else package" I ordered unknowingly. In case we're keeping score I have NO leave left. No sick for me, no sick dependent and no vacation. Oh and all that work that is killing me? It's still there waiting for me to return. Apparently it doesn't care about my sick child. I've run the gambit on emotions. I've dragged the silver lining out of every cloud. I've attacked it with humor. No luck, more crap. I did plan on taking care of some errands tonight but I just wanted to go home. I went through the car wash, drove home and immediately went upstairs to put on my pyjamas. I could cry it out. I could down a bottle of wine. I could throw myself into a project. Nah. I am going to curl up on the couch and wait for American Idol. Oh and who am I kidding. We all know I 'll be doing two loads of laundry and emptying the dishwasher. Where's my fairy godmother?

Edited: 9:24 pm, I did two loads of laundry and emptied the dishwasher and I watched celebrity weddings which I had Tivoed, which is like having fairy godmother because I whisked away to fantasyland, where spending that much money on a cake seems totally reasonable. But the real crime is that I watched American Idol alone. Where's the joy if you can't make fun of the auditions with someone you love?

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