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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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Sponges

I think we can all agree that parenting (done well) is the toughest gig out there. And they do get to an age when they can express their thanks and love. Then you're an idiot for ten years. Then they come back to liking you again. Having only been at this for almost four and a half years I still marvel at things that they absorb.

Commercialism:
Keegan: I saw on TV about Sketchers. They put air under your feet.
Me: You understand that you don't need to buy or do things the TV tells you right.
K: Yes.
(This is why he only watches PBS because he saw this during the only network show we Tivo "Strawberry Shortcake.")

Safety:
Comes inside after playing golf in the yard.
K: I lost a golf ball.
Me: Where?
K: It rolled across the street and under a truck.
Me: What? You didn't go after it did you?
K: No. You said I am not allowed to cross the street.
We went over together and retrieved it all the while I am having visions of disaster averted. This is why the kids are only allowed to play inside the fence.

Health:
My dad took Keegan out on the jet ski and while touring the lake they stopped to play with my dad's friend's granddaughter. When they came back he told me that Keegan was offered a chocolate donut hole. My dad said Keegan turned to him and said, "What would my mom say?" He said it several times before taking the donut hole. This one actually freaked me out a bit since I don't want him to only eat well because of me. I explained to him that when he is at other people's homes and adult says it is okay, he may eat something if he wants to. He apparently had no problem accepting a popsicle and then sharing it with my dad. I am guessing because we have them here at home. But I have never bought a donut hole.

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