Growing up in Nebraska, chicken and noodles was a favorite meal of mine. My sous-chef dish-washing would buy a “whole chicken in a can”. At that time, there was no such thing as fresh deli rotisserie chicken, like we can buy now in most grocery stores, Sam’s or Costco.
I remember when mom would open that can and dump out the gelatinous goop of meat and bones. She would painstakingly pick the bones clean placing the meat in a pot of boiling water that would become a thick, beautiful, fragrant start to her chicken and noodles.