I had a poignant moment last night where I really missed my mom. (Grief is funny that way—it will smack you suddenly at the oddest moments years after the loved one has died.)  I was trying a new chicken recipe my husband found on the Food52 website: Spatchcocked Chicken. (In case, like me, you’ve never heard the word spatchcock, it just means to butterfly the bird, to open it flat before roasting it.) There I was, holding the kitchen shears, rereading the directions off my iPad, and staring down at this whole chicken. Just know that I usually buy boneless, skinless, air chilled, All Natural chicken breasts… My mom really knew how to cook a chicken. She had the whole process down from killing…