TallyMan wrote:

Our saucer which art in a colander, draining be Your noodles. Thy noodle come, Thy meatballness be done on earth, as it is meaty in heaven. Give us this day our daily sauce, and forgive us our driving over pedestrians, as we drive and terrify our examiner. And lead us not into vegetarianism, but deliver us from non-red meat sauce. Grant us a driving licence. For thine is the colander, the noodle, and the sauce, forever and ever. R'Amen.
R'Amen indeed oh my dear brother in noodles! This morning, I was awash in tremendous light and the smell of His meatballs, and a voice spake to me: "From henchforth art thou my prophet, and any friend of thine canst thou name thy high priest. And may no man or midgit accuse thee of in-group bias or I shall smite them."
My gratitude is as deep as the bottom of the lasagne pot.
Bowing sincerely (and promising to sacrifice an extra noodle each time we have pasta with meatballs for dinner).
Booyakasha