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
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Girl I Want To Make You Sweat

I turned in my grant today. Pushed the button at 3pm and it was due by 8pm. You actually get to push a "submit" button. But there is no loud band music or fireworks or even a pathetic computer voiced "yippee!" The federal government should work on that. My brain was mush after so I visited my friend in her new cubicle. All the way across the same floor. That totally counts as exercise right? Which brings me to the statement that Jeff made the other night.

"You know, I've never seen you exercise. In fact I have never seen you exert yourself."

I laughed but then realized he is right. Hmmm... In my defense I did live in a condo which ruled out any yard work. And once we were in a house I was pretty well knocked up. And he wasn't home that day 40 weeks in that I planted every flower I could buy at the garden center. I sweat a lot then but maybe more due to the 90 degrees and extra 25 pounds of pregnant splendor. We just don't have that kind of relationship where I have to prove I'm all sturdy and outdoorsy and not a princess. I know all of this myself and that's good enough for me. I had my stinky backpacking/rock climbing/whitewater days and my show the clients how no job was too dirty for me to do along side them days. And the step classes and aerobics days (lo those many years ago). Frankly I'm just not feeling it right now. Yes I will get my fanny on the elliptical soon. No really, before the end of the year. But that's a nice clean sweat about making me more healthy. Not about proving my strength. And Harper keeps me plenty stinky enough with the spitup.

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