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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As it turned out Keegan was well enough to go to Erika's potluck on Saturday. However we hadn't cooked our planned recipes so we brought the ingredients for chicken potstickers with us. That morning we went to see two houses and then took Keegan skating at the park. He was falling all over the place but seemed to enjoy himself none the less. Our real estate agent held an open house at our place and eight people came through. We were pretty happy with those results. The potluck was fun and there were kids everywhere. Jeff and I were recalling when we were the only ones.
This morning we went back for a second look at one of the houses from yesterday. My dad came along too to check all the stuff that men like to hem and haw over. A lot of snow has melted since yesterday so we were able to see more of the yard. We headed home for lunch, naps and to think it over. Jeff just left to get Isabelle and Keegan wanted to go along so I am flying solo. It will be weird going to the grocery store and running errands ALONE. What a concept. After they get back we are having breakfast for dinner night and going to the skating rink. I think I will be the official photographer as I have no intention of strapping a pair on. I don't think I have skated in twenty years. I don't have time to get injured right now. That's how you know you are a grownup, because you even consider things like that when previously I would only thought about the thrill.

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