cookie monster

The only good part about Valentine’s Day is Bree’s annual cookie-decorating soiree, which I’ve missed for the past three years. I was back in full effect on Sunday, Super Bowl be damned. I am a cookie-decorating rockstar (and stylish plate fiend). BOOYAH!

This poor swine has the flu.

TRAMP STAMP COOKIE!

For the record, I (obviously) oppose misogyny, including blanket, derogatory predictions about a woman’s sexual mores based on a predilection for dumb tattoos. But they really are dumb tattoos. What’s a post-feminist to do?

How about attend a gathering of cloying domesticity (baked treats party, SQUEAL!) and make a bad-ass cookie, pun pretty much intended, that represents a literal inversion of the sanitized Valentine’s Day symbol of love and romance back into its traditional representation: female genitalia.

Is that ironic enough? I think so.

In fact, I think this tramp stamp cookie deserves an award.

8 Comments

  • Colin

    February 9, 2010 at 4:59 pm

    I wanna tap dat cookie.

  • megh

    February 9, 2010 at 5:16 pm

    lulz.

  • fake

    February 9, 2010 at 6:05 pm

    OMG, raw cooked amazing. Yes, trampstamppukeshitlovegifts.

  • Anonymous

    February 9, 2010 at 6:51 pm

    omg- you’ve done it again!

    and i thought x-mass cookies were hard core….
    daaaaamn!

    i looove~

    …anna

  • Jenna

    February 9, 2010 at 10:01 pm

    ur killin me. there’s little heartz on da ariplane.

  • megh

    February 10, 2010 at 7:28 am

    waitta minute Colin, which cookie were you talking about? tramp stamp or swine flu?

    i should’ve taken evidence of the xmas cookies after all. next year! i made a couple others, too, but ate them. quality, not quantity!

  • Bree

    February 10, 2010 at 11:25 am

    Though hard-pressed to compete with the MSG cookie, somehow you manage. SO GLAD YOU’RE BACK! Have I said that lately? Because man, it is true.

  • megh

    February 10, 2010 at 3:11 pm

    The MSG cookie was all shock-n-awe. Mine have substance and dignity.

    I never tire of hearing about gladness I’m back 🙂

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