mom makes BITCHING chicken pasta, like, the kind where you make strong broth and boil semi-done pasta in it for flavor. The macaroni themselves end so delicious, you can easily eat entire pot.
And. She. Does. Not. Know her own recipee. It could be she is being a cheeky shit and claiming "intuition" to fuck with me, but no matter what, I can not pin the exact proportion of salt, pepper, garlic powder and nutmeg she is using, nor if there is anything else there at all (we constantly have weird shit in spices shelf, hard to pinpoint).