I can’t think of any particular dishes that my mom made per se, but she only knew how to cook things that took a long time. So lasagna, spaghetti with meatballs, chili… all wonderful. Steak and broccoli, on the other hand… Oof. I loved my mom, but she could not cook these things well. When I finally had a well cooked steak that didn’t eat like shoe leather it was a revelation.