My late husband was the carmel corn maker in our house. We lived in a small town in the Panhandle of Texas. He took over the kitchen from thanksgiving until almost Christmas. He would take it to the bank, school for the 2nd graders, teachers lounge, hardware store and of course to friends. When he died friends asked if I was going to make the corn. NO, it was his receipe and I don't know it. After 14 years since he died people still remember him for the popcorn.