I was at a Toldos Avraham Yitzchok tish many many years ago, and they passed a tray of boiling hot potato kugel over my head (as per the usual, I had been kicked off the bleachers since "you're tall enough to see from the floor"). Anyway, the entire thing spilled all over me, and instead of apologizing, everyone just started grabbing kugel from wherever they could reach. My hat, my beckitcha, the back of my neck...
When I got home a few hours later and took my shirt off, a whole glob of lukewarm kugel came spilling out. Like an idiot, I threw it away. If only I had the foresight to kick off a Potato Trousseau line, I'da been a rich man today.