Many years ago, my dear departed and I engaged in a very “elevated” argument. I had made a surprise banana pudding for him. At the height of the spat, I took the pudding out of the fridge, waved it under his nose and said “See this?” Then I dumped it down the disposal. Grabbed my car keys and left.
I can understand how a cannoli fuss could happen. :)
I guess that was truly surprise banana pudding. It sounds delicious. Could you fax me some?