I grew up enjoying slabs or scoops of spumoni to help cleanse my family's palates after our weekly dinner at any given Italian joint around Chicagoland. We always ordered at least one spumoni "for the table" which, for some reason, always made perfect sense, but as my wife, Sarah, pointed out to me way back in 2000 when she first started "coming around" the family, "Why do you guys order canoe-loads of appetizers, entrees and sides, but when the time comes for dessert, you like, order one thing….for the table, to split, like one little dessert for 10 large people. I want my own dessert, I had a salad and some chicken breast meat, I crave my own dessert and would prefer not to watch it get passed round-the-horn while you and your family absolutely decimate it spoon by spoon until it finally makes its way back to me; a puddle of crumbs, a schmeared shell of its former self. I just want my own dessert, Babe...." So I say, "…but spumoni has like, three different flavors in one." Twenty-three years later, we are still in love, yet sharing desserts.