#cookie table

[cutepalefeelings]

Desserts - Butter Cookie - Simple Shortbread Squares

[swill182]

Kukkamai, The Cookie Table Pokémon

The name is derived from the Japanese words Kukki meaning cookie and Amai meaning sweat.

Type - Fairy Height - 0"4' Weight - 1 lbs. Ability - Aroma Veil Pokédex Entry - Kukkamai evolved to resemble the food they enjoy the most. This camouflage allows them to eat as much as they please while nestled amongst sweats on cookie tables.

Uh yeah, I had to make a cookie table Pokémon.

[swill182]

Himitebur, The Cookie Table Pokémon

The name is derived from the Japanese words for secret (himitsu) and table (teburu).

Type - Fairy Height - 3"2' Weight - 34 lbs. Ability - Aroma Veil Pokédex Entry - Himitebur will lie in wait, staying perfectly still, pretending to be ordinary tables to procure copious amounts of cookies which people unwittingly set upon their backs.

Since I really didn't make many actually black and gold Pokémon, I thought it was appropriate to make the cookie table Pokémon's shiny just that.

[ghostyartblog]

These melt-in-your-mouth shortbread cookies are a crowd-pleasing addition to the Christmas cookie table and use ingredients you probably already have on hand.

[a-h-story]

Desserts Recipe Italian Christmas cookies with cocoa and orange liqueur topped with homemade orange icing are festive addition to the cookie table.

[tensai-akage]

Italian Christmas Cookies with Cocoa and Orange Liqueur Recipe Italian Christmas cookies with cocoa and orange liqueur are a festive addition to the cookie table and are topped with homemade orange icing. 2 tablespoons water, 2 tablespoons orange-flavored liqueur, 1/2 cup butter softened, 2 teaspoons vanilla extract, 3.5 cups all-purpose flour or as needed, 4 teaspoons baking powder, 1 cup cocoa powder, 4 eggs, 1 cup white sugar, 2 cups sifted confectioners' sugar

[badgerofshambles]

The Mysteries of Pittsburgh: Cookie Tables

Weddings in Pittsburgh are so fuckin weird. Like you got your cocktail hour, your hor dourves, your soup course, your dinner, your cake. But then, along one side of the reception hall, there’ll just be this giant table covered in insanely ornate cookies. I’m talking pecan tassies, scones, chellegies, lemon snowballs, those weird fuckin peach looking ones with the plastic leaf sticking out the top. It’s the Cookie Table. As far as I understand there’s no business that will make you a cookie table, you just have to Know Someone with a grandmother (usually Polish) who’s willing to bake 50-some dozen exotic cookies for your daughter’s wedding. And God help you if you put out the cookies before dessert starts, because the out-of-towners, the damned heathens, they’ll start bringing plates and plates of cookies back to their tables because goddamn, it’s 8:07 and the dinner service still hasn’t made it to our table Dianne, are they bringing it out through the Squirrel Hill Tunnel for chrissake? But it doesn’t matter. Custom demands that you do not touch the cookie table until Actual Dessert Time. But by then, everyone is so stuffed and drunk that they’re either full or too busy dancing, so the new happy couple is sent off to start their lives with everyone’s best wishes…and 30-odd dozen cookies, which will eventually congeal into a frozen mass in the back of the bride’s parent’s refrigerator, because hell no am I throwing these out, Eileen, we paid good money for these damn things and we’re gonna eat em, alright? We’ll thaw them for the next steelers game, the boys’ll eat em. No sense of them going to waste.

[opalescent-viridescent]

I wanna live in a world where if my child comes out as trans the proper reaction is to throw a bigass party with a DJ and a cookie table and chicken tenders. A world where the fact i'm doing the macerana to a song that isn't the macerana is more offensive than my child's preferred pronouns.