There was a little grocery store around the corner fromour house when I was growing up, in MS, in the late 50s and early 60s. We apparently had an 'account' with the store, because Mama would send us down there, from time to time, to pick up an order, and we never paid directly. I do remember one Christmas, however, when Mama sent us down to pick up an order she'd called in, and in the box of stuff was a quart jar of golden liquid. She never said what it was, but I'm guessing it was special liquid corn, since that Christmas night was the only time I ever saw my Daddy anywhere NEAR tipsy. ;o)