Having been the Pres. of the Boston Blues Society, I found it necessary (at the time)to make a treck to the mother of all Blues lands. While on our trip (my nephew) Thomas an I visited the Blues Museum in Clarksdale we stopped at The Pigpen, had our mandatory rack of ribs and decided "We need to bring some of this home with us". We asked if he had a container for the gallon we wanted to buy and the owner put it in a used mayonasse container. we acualy carried it on the plane and stashed it in the overhead. Upon our arrival home we distributed the contriban and called it "Mississippi Mud". It's the best