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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
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You know how I love making plans. This weekend was all about changing them. We alternate taking the kids out on Fridays. This past Fri we were due for a trip to a restaurant. It did not go well. Most of the time it goes okay. But Isabelle was antsy and Keegan was possessed by the devil. I finally ended up removing him and waiting in the car. Later that night Isabelle woke up sick. Jeff cleaned her up while I cleaned up the bed and floor. Keegan slept through the whole thing. The next day she woke up still sick so Jeff took her home. Keegan and I decided to regroup on our plans. He requested a visit to Nana and Bampa's house. When it was a decent enough hour (Keegan had gotten up at 5:50) we called and got ourselves invited down for bunch. I contributed cherry blintzes. It worked out well because my mom's cousin, who is a Maine school teacher and therefore on vacation this week, was passing through on her way down to VA.
The rest of the day was spent playing at their neighbor's house who has a yard full of toys, sand and dogs. At naptime I spent two luxurious hours reading a book. I don't think I've read a book in a year. I really miss it. I dropped Keegan at Tom's and headed home. Passing the state liquor store I decided to stop in. I got a Chardonnay that Jeff and I had out a couple of months ago. I was craving a Shiraz for myself but my favorite brand was on sale and therefore gone. So I tried a new one because I liked the Emus and the screw top. Of course I needed dinner to go with my wine and Jeff and I had not yet shopped for the recipes we were going to cook. So I stopped and got the ingrdients for spicy Thai chicken bake with jasmine rice and some berries with cream for dessert. I had a nice evening of chick flicks, good food and almost the entire bottle of Shiraz. I lost track while drinking from my huge new wine glasses my brother got me for Christmas. That probably explains how I spent $8 on itunes. No more drunken downloading for me. It could be worse, I almost posted to this blog.
Sunday I was going to spend shopping until I got call from my cousin inviting me to Easter dinner with her and her sisters. I grabbed a dessert to contribute and hung out with them the rest of the day. Her boyfriend conveniently lives two blocks away from Tom. So I offered to pick Keegan up and the poor guy had protested a nap all day but fell asleep on the way to my house. I ended up putting him to bed early (grouchy) right after dinner and a bath and then tried to come down from the massive sugar high I got while sampling my cousins' Easter baskets.
I do not celebrate Easter myself because like every other Christian holiday I feel like a hypocrite. I would like to establish some family rituals though. We were going to do some Springtime activities with the kids but we'll just have to put those off for when Isabelle comes back again. No candy for Keegan and no candy for mommy (who is a recovering addict). Easter is probably the most tempting time of the year because it has the best candy selection. The key is for me is not to buy any. If someone leaves it on my desk or puts it in their jar I will have some but no way do I want to be alone in the house with candy.
I have been invited to a second interview for the position I want. I don't know if I am the only lead candidate but I suspect that I am. It would be nice to know something before we leave on vacation.

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