Last year one of my SILs made a turkey sage soup. And that is probably my most favorite use of turkey leftovers yet.

So today, I get to the Kroger, and there is almost no chicken for sale. Which is weird since there are dozens of poultry farms nearby. Are they called farms if it’s for chickens? Chicken ranch? Anyway, I saw only a few types of chicken. And all of it is more expensive than last week.

Am I the only person trying to buy chicken this week? How odd.

I made cadon for dinner. Pronounced kuh-doo. It’s Chamarro beef stew. I did this by accident, which seems to be how it always happens. I make lots of Guamanian food on purpose, especially the fried rice. But the cadon is always a surprise. I just put stuff in the dutch oven, and might even think to myself beef stew. But out comes cadon.

I submitted it on allrecipes. But it isn’t approved yet, so can’t share it yet. But I have two other recipes showing there.

DD ate a whole lot of it. I gave her a bowlful and she wolfed it down and asked for more. My dad would be so proud.

Cadon

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We moved from a condo when I was seven, into a house. My optimistic mother called it a fixer-upper. Daddy called it a dump. But he bought it anyway.

It was a hideous post WWII tract home. All the homes in the neighborhood were originally built with exactly the same floor plan. It had one previous owner, and had never been painted. However, it did have a master bathroom referred to as the addition and a dark room in the garage. The only advantage to the dark room was that it had a sink. Since my parents weren’t photographers, dad promptly cut a massive hole in the side to allow in light. He then piled a bunch of useless crap in it and never went in there.

Since the house was unpainted grey stucco and could have starred in a horror film, one of the first orders of business was to paint it: Baby blue, with Royal Blue trim.

Our house became an instant landmark.