I hope you got your liquid smoke. If not, I can also do the honors.
I remember the first time I ever heard my Mother refer to liquid smoke and my head whipped around. How could there be a Liquid smoke? I thought she was being fanciful like about the tiny, invisible-to-children, kitchen elf who came through a small hole in the floor, and provided her with perfect bay leaves for her spaghetti sauce.
Well, as time goes by, it's nearly 50 years later and I am in a super grocery store looking for liquid smoke. I ask a young, stringy stock boy, "where will I find the liquid smoke?" and he did the same thing, like, whaaat? is this lady punkin' me? Then we found it together and he walked away kinda scratching his head.
Who knew food could be so funny?