The Saturday 7
1. I've been feeling guilty that I haven't cooked much lately. It's discouraging to even try when my kids literally don't eat a single thing I make and when groceries are so stinkin' expensive. But I need to make more of an effort for Justin's sake. Sick of my usual rut, I tried out three new recipes this week. They were all fine, but nothing wonderful (title of my memoir). Garlic Ranch Baked Chicken Thighs , Asian Chicken Wraps with Peanut Sauce , and . . . BBQ bacon meatloaf , garlic mashed potatoes, and air fryer Brussels sprouts . 2. I've experienced similar dissatisfaction in my reading life lately. I've read 34 books so far this year, but not a single one has been a five star read. Everything is just the same, so predictable, only marginally entertaining. I've even DNF-ed a few, which is very unlike me. (That's "did not finish" for you non-voracious-readers.) Reading is pretty much my only hobby, so I'm annoyed that it's ...