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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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Lawn Bags
At this late point in my pregnancy every day the baby doesn't arrive is another day to get stuff done.  Don't get me wrong, I am just about ready for him to make his appearance but I am also torn by trying to accomplish things.  This weekend we focused on the yard and garden.  I did get a new phone which I am figuring out slowly.  I wanted a touch screen and slide out keyboard.  It is just so radically different from my five year old phone.  We spent lots of money at the hardware store and finally got home.  Keegan used his new kid sized garden gloves to help out.  First he was helping me plant flowers but he was lured away by Jeff with a chainsaw.  Then it was the new gas powered weed wacker.  Keegan and I watched from the house as Jeff mowed the lawn.  They both had quite the "suburban male day."

Sunday Jeff stayed home and cultivated the garden (another new power tool) and added the manure and moss.  Keegan and I went to a birthday party at a farm.  It was fun but too much turf to walk when you are this pregnant.  Keegan had his first pony ride where he insisted he did not need me to walk along side.  And we made the mistake of trying to feed the goats on the inside of the pen.  He was mauled and those frickin goats used my belly to get right up in my face.  I checked for hoof prints when I got home.  Keegan still wanted to go in the pen when we were food less and he found a baby goat to play with.  When we got home he napped while I helped Jeff transfer our seedlings to the garden and plant some beans and carrots.  Later on I got my nap while they made dinner.

My new chair is setup in the nursery, I have humored Jeff by putting at least a couple of things in a suitcase for the hospital.  And people at work keeping saying to me, "Are you still here?"  My last day of work is Friday.  Sometimes I wish it was last Friday.  But I just need time to wrap a few more things so I won't think about it when I am gone.  Who am I kidding?  I will be too tired to think about anything!  I was planning on making some things ahead of time to freeze.  But Jeff suggested he can just keep going to the store and cooking like he has been.  It's  so nice to be able to count on him.
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