On a lark (or a robin), I came up with a new version of the Lord's Prayer for all you Flying Spaghetti Monster believers:
Our rigatoni, which art in pesto, hollow be thy name.
Thy waiter come, thy meal be done
On table as it is in kitchen.
Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive us our loud slurpings
As we forgive those whose sauce lands on us.
And lead us not into starvation,
But deliver us our pizzas,
For thine is the mozzerella and the basil and sausage
For ever,
Ramen