When I lived in the high country, where no snow plow came, we would always have meat, milk, potatoes and booze. We had a neighborhood agreement. Another family had veggies, another had fruits and side dishes, another had snacks for kids, etc. We also changed gathering places for each new storm. I cannot tell you the massive amounts of fun we had. Our stove and heat was propane, so even when the power went out, we could still cook and stay warm.
I remember one Thanksgiving Day when a storm hit that we were not warned about. We were snowed in for 3 days because Jake the Drunk, who was the only person up there with a vehicle plow, was stoned drunk and passed out for most of those three days. We were going from house to house, gathering people and provisions. We all wound up at our house, because we had a generator. And the gas to run it. That was the best Thanksgiving I have ever had. 40 people and so much different food, games, laughter, just a great time. We really hated it when Jake woke up.