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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Holiday Catchup

I am slacking around here.  I thought I was on top of the holidays but I keep remembering stuff to do.

Last Saturday we took the kids to see Nutcracker.  They did pretty well sitting still all that time.  They loved the music and costumes.  They did not however appreciate the pas de deux as much as Jeff and I and got squirmy.  But all in all a success.  I remember seeing the Nutcracker when I was young and falling in love with ballet.  They also made butter cookies with the cookie press and cut out sugar cookies.  That evening I made them all accompany me to the dreaded mall.  It really wasn't that bad and I desperately needed maternity jeans.  And even though they are too big now, the baby will be doubling in size in the next few weeks and I just didn't know when I'd have a chance to go shopping.  The next day despite the storm (not to be confused with the previous Thurs storm or yesterday's storm) we went down to the Reilly's Holiday Brunch.  It has become such a tradition and we really hated to miss out.  We brought cookies, Sarah's truffles and homemade mini-mounds bars.  Jeff also made sugar plums (who knew they were an actual thing?) but we forgot them at home.  It was mostly rain down there so not as much trouble as we feared.  Isabelle stayed an extra night with us and Jeff took her to Maine on Monday instead.

Yesterday during the snowstorm, which would eventually give us a foot on top of the other three storms, we went down to Manchester to pickup my present.  Jeff already got his last week.  I talked him into letting us pick out our own gifts since we knew what we wanted/needed/wanted.  He was pretty willing when he realized it meant getting that digital SLR he'd been eyeballing for months.  Now he is forcing us to do those light trick pictures (ala Sprint commercials).  Today I left work around noon to finish up the last items and get my hair done.  I finally gave up on ever hearing from my old stylist.  I went to salon at a friend's recommendation and they did a nice job.  It was quieter than my other salon with fewer stylists.  So that meant I got all of the gossip mags to myself.  And like everyone who encounters a pregnant woman she tried to guess the baby's gender through questioning my symptoms.  I swear to you that woman asked me if I was hornier this time than when I was pregnant with Keegan.  I told her I am madly in love with my husband and a newlywed so it is hard to gauge.

A note about Sarah's truffles:  They were amazingly easy but I still managed to psych myself out because it was my first confectionery experience.  If I had her number I would have called and I imagine it would have gone something like this.

Sarah: Hello?

Me: Yeah how small should my balls be?

Sarah: What?

Me:  I think they might be too small but I'm not sure.  And are there supposed to be this many?

Sarah: -silence-

Me:  Well would you at least talk me through melting my morsels?

Sarah: -click-

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