If you’ve ever been to — or been part of — a big wedding, then the following scenario is going to sound familiar.

The banquet hall is filled with elderly aunts and uncles, distant cousins, friends from high school and, of course, the de rigueur mix of childhood, college and work buddies.

The bride and groom spend their evening dutifully making their way from table to table, kissing cheeks and thanking their guests for sharing in their big day.

So busy are they in making sure to greet everyone that the newly wedded couple doesn’t get to relax, grab a plate and chow down on some goodies from their elaborate Pittsburgh cookie table.

Oh, wait — that was me.

I’ve only ever seen photographs of my cookie table, which, thanks to my plethora of elderly Italian-American relatives, was overflowi

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