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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Try, Try Again

I'm not saying that I am formally participating in that post every day in November thing. You know the one. I don't want to box myself in. But I have been writing every day. Maybe not all at the same quality. But there is something to be said for the exercise of attempting each day. And actually it has been easier each day because somehow you don't feel like you have to live up to some kind of standard. I am back to posting because I want to not because I have to which is weird when you have a limit imposed.

Today at counseling Keegan was practicing his skills and had his hands clasped behind his back. He was also practicing blowing his breath out to relax. Unfortunately he blew so hard he fell over. Without his hands to keep him from colliding into the coffee table. Lots of crying ensued but really he had only bumped his lip. He recovered and we headed to school. After dropping him off I tried to leap over the puddle between the curb and my car. I would have made it if only I had remembered to duck. Instead I whacked my head on the door frame. I checked for bleeding and lumps and finding none I went to work. Once parked I reached over into the well of the other seat to get my bag of mini cheesecakes. I got caught on the steering wheel and popped a button off my coat. Let's take bets on how long it takes me to remember to fix it. I think at that point I would have been in my rights to just go home and hide under the covers. But noooo I am too responsible. So I went to work and farewelled my friend and ate cheesecakes and seven layer dip and crustless mini quiches. And then I drove an hour to the medical school to give a half hour presentation and then raced back and was actually barely able to pick up both kids on time. And then I got to eat pizza, be with my boys, and snuggle on the couch on yet another cold rainy night with my husband. So not a bad day after all.

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