Cornelia Liquor

My story about the name Cornelia is dedicated to my Dutch, catholic grandmother Cornelia Caarls. We used to take a shower together when I was very small. I looked at her in surprise and exclaimed, "Oma, you have huge bubs." She laughed and repeated the story to everyone. Oma drank a lot of alcohol, and she always had one after we completed an exam. When my brother Kilian completed his exam, she filled me up with strawberry liquor. After she divorced my grandfather, she moved to a large mansion in Austria's Kitzbüheler Alps. When her Dutch sister paid her a visit, she wanted to know how it felt to pass out from booze. After trying to get her sister to go into the kitchen and sample it, she began to cry. She once took all of her grandchildren on a snow slide in the mountains. After watching us, she was desperate to attempt it herself. Following that, she fractured her hips. What's your story regarding grandmothers' wacky experiments and the name Cornelia?