My father’s parents were Baptists. My mother made the best ham by scoring it, packing on brown sugar, and pouring sherry over it. Gram loved it. She would ask Mother how she fixed it. Gram would go to the local liquor store, but could never bring herself to go inside to buy sherry.
Another time, Mother had a bridal shower for a family member. Mother made “punch” which was basically screwdrivers with Seven-up. Gram kept going back for seconds. I asked Mother what I should do. Mother shushed me and Gram enjoyed.