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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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Big Bang

When Keegan and I arrived home Friday Jeff and Isabelle had been hard at work. We grilled out and had delicious shrimp skewer appetizers, corn on the cob, carrots and burgers. Chipotle for us and plain for the kids. Saturday we went down to the lake and the kids swam like champs with Jeff and my mom while I floated off shore. After lunch and a boat ride we dropped Keegan off at Tom's. I splurged and had a banana split for dinner while Jeff and Isabelle ate healthier. Once and a while you need to feed a craving. Today we met Jenny and clan for brunch because they were in the neighborhood (NH). Unfortunately the weather was not conducive to shopping afterwards. So Jeff and Isabelle headed back to Maine and I went home. I did stop by a model home to check on their building schedule and make sure it works for us. We're almost positive on what our plan is but we need to figure the best time to sell, buy and move. Then I headed back to the house to let the dogs out. Tom has Keegan at the beach in Maine until Wednesday and then he is going away so I am keeping the dogs for the next week. I can't say I was too terribly productive except for shredding three bags of old financial stuff. I am trying to get my current files organized. I am trying to get a lot of things organized in preparation for Jeff moving in. That momentous event happens in two weeks. It's kind of hard to believe because we have been looking forward to it for so long. And we know it will be an adjustment. Well and we know we are both kind of OCD about some stuff. There are things that have a reason for being so particular and things that don't. Can I help it if I have never mixed my laundry with another person's? It just weirds me out. And there are all kinds of systems that need to be integrated. I realized that I haven't just been running my life for the past year but I have been running the show for many years. Part of the good and bad about getting married when you are over thirty. Saturday night we had a long talk about our hopes and fears for being together. That was the entire evening spent saying what we'd been thinking or fearing or worrying about. I felt so much better afterwards. I will never be in another relationship where I eat my feelings and tolerate lack of communication and subtle breaking down of intimacy and closeness. Because that is how most loves die. Slowly and with a whimper.

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