Many meals have been easy repeats as it has either been nice enough to get in my pool or cold and rainy.  

The other day I wanted an easy pasta sauce.  I read through many recipes on line and then requested to go to the store with Jim.  He goes about every day.

First thing he did, I was in my travel chair, was run me into a Smart Ass as the Smart Ass suddenly backed up.  Jim travels through a grocery store like it is a race track.  So the guy made a scene. 

I found Bertolli Garlic Alfredo.  I mixed it with half a can of tomato sauce and added cut up turkey Italian sausage.  In the sauce I also added a container of fresh baby spinach.  

Of course, the pasta had to be cooked in a separate pot, but this is as close to a one dish meal as I can come.  

I recently made this recipe again.  I had a large bag of kale.  I fully cooked the kale in boiling water.  After draining it, I chopped it fine.  To this pasta dish I added canned chicken.  

We have had quiche and stuffed peppers from Costco.  Lobster ravioli and Lobster Bisque from Trader Joe’s.  

I actually have been out to dinner 3 times.  One out of 3 was a good experience.  First we went to 360 Bistro.  It used to be my favorite.  It was the worst meal I have ever been served in a restaurant.  They obviously have a new cook and I am not going back.  Next we ate at a local restaurant in Lebanon called Sammy B's.  They have a new cook and it was great.  

Then I was talked into going to a Tapas at a restaurant called Lola.  I should have guessed this was a mistake when the chef said he was from Texas.  

Finally I find that in Nashville people are completely rude about handicap facilities.  3 regular stalls empty and there is a totally capable person in the handicapped stall.  At Lola’s a guy parked in the stripped spot next to the handicapped spot for accessibility.  I had trouble getting in and out of the car.  The police can’t monitor this behavior as they are too busy trying to keep us from being shot.  

There have been good things and bad things about moving to Nashville.  At this point I told Jim to bury my ashes by the swimming pool so I finally get value out of the price to build it.