Our Father, who art in saucepans,
hallowed be thy name;
thy spaghetti come;
thy will be done;
on earth as it is in New Jersey.
Give us this day our garlic bread.
And forgive us our passatas,
as we forgive those who masala against us.
And lead us not into rice tasting;
but deliver us from weevils.
For thine is the pasta,
the meatballs, and the gravy
for ever and ever.
Ramen.
Also, civilsation is going to be brought to its knees by climate change in the coming decades.
Feels somewhat immoral to put someone you love through that.