You're right, the dogma specific condition was what I, at least, was taught. Thus all the foolery of ages could be sloughed aside.
I think I need to work up some vatican gelato, er, Gelato vaticano.
We need fruit. Eggs, find me some nuns. Milk, find me some nun colostrum.
On the fruit, melon, of course. I think this particular coppa di gelato needs a cherry on the top. Cilegie - Cherries Jubilee. Watch for the good years.