My Mom also overcooked meat. I hated all meat until I was 18, out of the house and was introduced to rare hamburger. I never looked back. However, being on a poultry farm, she did know how to do great chicken and turkey. Made it with a potato stuffing that I loved- with paprika, onions, celery, mushrooms, man I loved it. She did something to make it moist every time-never would tell me the
recipe. She hated my first wife and wouldn't give her the recipe either-died before I could get her to tell me.
She also used to do a fresh chicken soup (Jewish mothers, right?) once every couple of weeks during the fall and winter. Big old soup chicken, a couple bags of soup vegetables and some stock set to simmer all day on the stove until my dad, me and the dogs were driven mad by the small permeating the farmhouse. I would have a bowl of soup and egg noodles, but the real treat was the vegetables- whole onions, carrots, parsnips, potatoes and greens. My Mom and Dad would go after the chicken, but I could make a couple of meals out of some soup, noodles and a whole passel of soup vegetables. It was kind of like the old New England boiled dinner but with chicken. That's really what I miss-neither my current wife or I have the time to do a fresh soup usually and now with my step-kids all grown up and gone there's only the two of us. Store bought soup isn't the same, and most restaurant chicken soup is too damned watery.