My mom couldn't (and can't) cook. She reheated. We ate nothing but processed food growing up. Even spaghetti was the Chef-Boiardi boxed junk that had the pasta in a box, sauce in one can and the processed cheese in another. Nobody could ruin a meal like momma.
However... I would pay anything to have my paternal grandmother back for one day to make her chicken and noodles. Not soup. Chicken and Noodles, the main dish. I have never tasted anything like she made, even though I go to every church chicken-n-noodle dinner I see.
I wish I had been more observant. She never used a recipe, so it's probably not even written down anywhere. She's been gone for 20+ years.