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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A Little Frustrated

Tonight is Selfish Mom's Club. I am glad because I really need it. I have spent every day this week holding people accountable. In summary explaining to them what their jobs should be not how they are actually performing them. Not anyone here at work. But customer service people, lawyers and teachers.
I made Lemon-Scented Coconut Macaroon Bars and judging by the edges I nibbled last night, they are going to be awesome. One of the moms is bringing champagne for the non-pregnant folks to toast the new year. And in fact only one of the moms is currently pregnant (as far as we know). Which is a slow down but then again it seems like everyone else had their second child last year. And the rest of the group is eyeballing those of us who only have one. I think they are not giving me a hard time since I just got married less than 3 months ago. But really it is good natured teasing.
I am also trying to actually take lunch each day and have been reading. I am currently in the middle of "The Kite Runner" which I am enjoying but it is pretty depressing. I feel like choking the main character with the decisions he keeps making. I hope he redeems himself by the end.

Last night:
Keegan: Mom can you help me find my yo-yo? I am getting really frustrated.

I don't think I have ever heard him use that word before. I love it when he is able to name his feelings and ask for help.

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