We're subsistence partiers.
There is nothing to eat in my house. Seriously, the contents of the pantry are totally wack. Shelves and shelves of paper/plastic products and condiments. I'll give you a detailed list:
2 packs of napkins
2 rolls of paper towels
1 bag of foam cups
2 bags of paper cups
5 bags of plastic cups
6 boxes of teabags
6 packets of flavored coffee
3 packs of coffee filters
1 bag of marshmallows
1 box of granulated sugar
1 box of powdered sugar
3 boxes of sugar packets
3 sets of plastic utensils
9 stacks of paper plates (plain white, solid-colored, animal faces, and Happy Birthday!)
3 boxes of plastic garbags bags
1 Swiffer mop
There is the odd jar of spaghetti sauce or can of tuna, but that hardly counts. If a natural disaster occurred today and buried our kitchen under tons of dirt/ash/lava/rubble/nuclear waste/whatever, archaeologists would unearth it thousands of years from now and think that we survived by hosting parties where other people brought the food.