I would be the only one stressing, while frantically searching for fine-dining take-out menus and bleach to clean the floor. My Depression-era-raised frugal family would encourage me to, "quit my belly-achin', scrape it off and serve it." Plus, everyone brings tons of food, so even if everything that I made were lost, we'd still have a pretty wonderful feast.

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