My Grandpa was a road accountant, and he swore by Carl's. We'd go there for lunch occasionally. I believe those were bad days and the visit cheered him up. Most days we would make food at his house.
When he was in hospice care (He actually managed to get out that time) he had us smuggle him in some Carl's. It was poo. I still haven't forgiven them.
It was even our local location. The hospice center was disturbingly across the street from my high school. I never knew because they didn't have any signage.
In high school I had wondered what that building was, as both the high school and the center were public works projects. There is a plaque at the school, dunno about the hospice.
The story of Carl's Jr is an interesting one, if you ever have a rainy day where you're bored, I highly recommend the read.
Tonight was leftover spaghetti. I hit it with a ton of garlic powder as I don't feel fantastic, and garlic has on occasion scared off an illness.
UPDATE! The next day!
Spaghetti again. Mom made the full tall pot, so there's spaghetti for days.
It had soaked in the previous sauce (good riddance, it had bell pepper in it) So I added a second jar and mixed that in on low.
Jarred again, honestly can't remember the last time I made sauce from scratch.
This time it was Spinach Florentine, which considering the dominant elements (the cheese and the spinach) meant no lousy bell pepper.
I honestly can't put into words what I dislike about bell pepper, I can't accurately say what that taste is. It's not bitter, but like, a cousin of bitter? I don't care for it and can taste it in a second.
I honestly wish this was something I could grow out of.
I also made meatballs, but nothing special there. Only made them because the store ones get nastier and nastier all the time. I forgot the Worcestershire sauce, so they were a bit dry, but it's not like I'm cooking for the king here.
Split a long roll and made toaster oven garlic bread as well. Burnt one edge, but it snapped right off. I honestly think we enjoyed the garlic bread more than the spaghetti.
I'm out of parmesan, but that's more of a me problem than anything else